AAAAAAH one more to go and I am perfect!
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YESSSSSSSSSSS
AAAAAAH one more to go and I am perfect!
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YESSSSSSSSSSS
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Black widow is the best
And they had Maria Hill too!
MARIA HIIIIIILL! BEING SECOND IN COMMAND AND COMPETENT AND AWESOME AND SHOOTY.
YESSSSSS.
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awww, thank you!
IT WAS AMAZIIIIING
EVERYTHING WAS AMAZING!
thesilverfeatheredraven, you don’t have to worry about Black Widow! She’s handled pretty well. In fact she’s probably among the more competent and professional members of the team XD
Now if you’ll excuse me I have lots of fangirling to do over everyone in that film.
Azula’s relationship to Ozai is pretty fascinating. What is she to him? An heir? A useful tool? A strange reflection of his younger self? And what is he to her?Role model, obstacle or hero? The only truly personal conversation we see between the two of them is when he simultaneously drags her down (not letting her go destroy the Earth kingdom with him) and raises her to Fire Lord. What is going on with those two?
And do we really want to know?
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Azula’s eyes are yellow, like her father’s. Zuko and Ursa ran to gold in their colouring, but Azula likes to think that she is more like her father in her features than anyone else. She has eyes, the line of his nose and jaw. Released from its topknot, her hair falls like his, straight and dark and long.
Certainly nothing remains of her mother. Azula does her best to make sure of that.
She makes a habit of studying Ozai sometimes as they complete those royal duties that require the presence of the whole family, or the part of it that remains. She copies the tilt of his head as he studies the maps in the war room, clasping her hands behind her back when she stands to address her people, or noting the slouch that betrays the fact that Ozai was not trained to the throne he occupies. Only her bending style is completely her own, elegant and precise, and that is because she has seen her father bend exactly once, sending double streaks of lighting into the sky and smirking at her amazement.
The smile, too, is his: she can feel the hard line it forms on her face. Triumphant, controlling, and devoid of warmth.
One day, she will bend lightning with both hands and stand like him on the balcony of the royal palace to address her subjects. One day, she will shift her shoulders under the weight of a heavy royal robe, as Ozai does when he believes no-one is watching.
Azula is truly her father’s daughter. She works too hard to be otherwise.
Or I could sit here in my jammies updating the werewolf AU fic archive.
Priorities. I has them.
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Just as a note for anyone who doesn’t want all of the werewolf hunter stuff cluttering up their dashes and uses Tumblr Savior:
All fic is tagged “Werewolf Hunter AU.”
I will start tagging chatter about it as “Werewolf Hunter AU chatter.” So if you don’t want to…
I will say, if you’re not following the AU you are missing out on some great quality writing from two very talented people. And some terrible tone deaf buddy comedy from me.
Skuld hates the lab. Almost as much as she hates Farengar, but not quite enough to stop her from coming down there to annoy him.
It’s the smell. That bitter, formaldehyde stink that hollows out her insides and leaves her strangely hungry. They’re not all that far from the morgue, down here, and Skuld honestly has no idea how Farengar can stand it.
It’s a little like being dead, down here.
Apart from the Bigfoot posters. Skuld is pretty sure they don’t have those in the afterlife.
commanderdudebro replied to your post: Werewolf Hunter AU: Come Into The Lab
WITH MOUTH
We have too many couples who spend most of their time not making out.
This needs to be rectified.
damn you actual character development.
Who needs feelings and motivations and stuff
just push their heads together
squiiiish
NOW KISSS
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MAKE OUT IS WHAT THEY NEED TO DO
SPOILERS Skuld and Erik solve the crime through the magical power of makeouts.
Farengar does not approve of this development.
Skuld hates the lab. Almost as much as she hates Farengar, but not quite enough to stop her from coming down there to annoy him.
It’s the smell. That bitter, formaldehyde stink that hollows out her insides and leaves her strangely hungry. They’re not all that far from the morgue, down here, and Skuld honestly has no idea how Farengar can stand it.
It’s a little like being dead, down here.
Apart from the Bigfoot posters. Skuld is pretty sure they don’t have those in the afterlife.
Skuld hates the lab. Almost as much as she hates Farengar, but not quite enough to stop her from coming down there to annoy him.
It’s the smell. That bitter, formaldehyde stink that hollows out her insides and leaves her strangely hungry. They’re not all that far from the morgue, down here, and Skuld honestly has no idea how Farengar can stand it.
It’s a little like being dead, down here.
Apart from the Bigfoot posters. Skuld is pretty sure they don’t have those in the afterlife.
Should be yup! I’ll eat my dinner quickly!
EDIT: oops I meant to answer that privately! D: