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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg im so sorry how rushed this is, i gotta run to work like right now. this is me and Connor in the Adventure Time AU… his name in this AU is President Haliaeetus leucocephalus (scientific name for bald eagles omg). he’s more commonly known as President Hal, the best prez Ooo has ever seen!

i love you baby bro. sorry this was late you better still love me

txchallas  asked:

Any idea of naming an organization?

I don’t know, never had to name one. Think about what this organisation does and then try to think of a name represents. For example if I started an organisation to save worms, I would base it off what it stood for and represented. ‘Worm trust’ or something. 

Just keep making different names, you’ll find one that fits. If you are really struggling give it a name for the time being and come back and change it when you think of a new name.

-S

txchallas  asked:

Pairing: Borra. AU: Boxers.

Borra; Boxers:

“Don’t go easy on her, Champ.”

Bolin runs his tongue over his split lip, silently wrapping his knuckles in preparation for the next fight. Then the words process. “Her?” he repeats, looking up at Shin. 

Shin smirks, blowing a ring of smoke at him from a half-spent cigarette. “Yeah, you heard right." 

Bolin flexes his knuckles experimentally, frowning. "I don’t know if I can fight a girl, Shin,” he murmurs uncertainly.

“She’s no ordinary girl, Bo,” replies Shin. “She cleaned Zolt’s clock last week." 

What?

"Don’t let her catch you off-guard, kid.” Shin slaps him on the shoulder and saunters out of the room.

Bolin stares after him until his silhouette is lost in shadow. He pops the mouth guard in, feeling his lip split even more. It’s his third fight of the night. He’s tired, and knows it. If this girl he’s going up against next is as good as Shin says, he’ll be knocked out in no time. Bolin throws a few practice punches into thin air, and lets his arms fall to his side. 

He’s in the ring moments later, trying to ignore the cries of zealous, raucous betters in the crowd. Sure enough, his challenger is a girl–a woman. She raises her boxing glove at him from across the ring when she sees him, in greeting. Then, she returns to talking to a black-haired woman on the other side of the ropes. She’s grinning through her mouth guard, strands of sweaty brown hair plastered to her forehead. 

He hates to admit it, but she’s pretty gorgeous. 

Bolin breathes deeply, trying to focus. He thinks of Mako, of Pabu, of the money he desperately needs.

He shouldn’t be hitting girls. 

“Hey!” He looks up, and it’s her.She knocks him playfully in the shoulder. There’s enough power in the punch that he can tell she’s not someone to take lightly. “Name’s Korra. You’re Bolin, right?”

Remember, she took out Zolt.

“Yeah, just Bo is fine,” he utters tersely.

“Do me a solid and give me one-hundred, would you?” she says. Her voice is a bit deeper than he thought it would be, smoky almost.

Bolin feels himself falling just a little harder. “Sure thing, Korra." 

"Alright, last one standing, Bo,” she laughs and retreats back to her side of the ring.

Bolin waits for the bell to ring, then he aims.

end.