Latest Posts by casiophite - Page 2

For the last day of Unus Annus, I made an entire wallpaper set to celebrate the end. Unus Annus. Memento mori. 🖤 x

Well, tomorrow will be a hell of a day.

- New BuzzFeed Unsolved

- New Mandalorian

- The end of Unus Annus

- Friday the 13th

yo.... when jet breaks in the tea shop and accuses zuko and iroh of beinh firebenders....

do you think any of the patrons looked at zukos scarred face - obviously done by a firebender - and immediately think jet was an asshole? like

jet: hes a firebender!!!!

patrons, thinking about the backstory they concocted for zuko and iroh where their home was invaded by firebenders and they barely survived with their lifes so they could come and have a peaceful life selling tea in a city the war doesnt touch:

toph's parents: oh poor toph, she must be so scared : (

toph:I SAID WHOEVER PUT ME IN THIS CAGE, YOUR MOM'S A HOE!

the inarguably best three avatar moments in no particular order

that’s rough buddy

no firelord ozai YOU’RE not wearing any pants

that part where they’re all completely baffled by there being just a regular bear

iroh, trying to impart some wisdom on his hotheaded nephew: prince zuko, you must pick your battles. pick...pick fewer battles than that. put some battles back. that's too many

zuko, frantically trying to hold onto his armload of battles, with battles falling out of his pockets: NO i need ALL these battles

local military genius pretends to be bumbling comic relief while secretly nurturing abused nephew

I just did The Morally Correct Thing To Do In A Situation ™️ and now understand why doing the right thing almost made Zuko die

bitches be like "Zuko is such a bad boy" like they never watched the "Hello, Zuko here!" scene. The only bad that boy is, is at talking to people

avatar roku is a little bitch

Are you a floating pen that runs a tumblr account and uses these prompts for books. I'm having an argument and need an answer

Yes.

steven universe matching lockscreens

I’m not gonna lie, if we get even the slightest hint of Steven corrupting in Growing Pains, I’m gonna make a noise like someone surgically implanted a tea kettle in a baboon. 

steven universe lockscreens

Changing the Narrative

steven universe lockscreens

i built my blog on making shitty memes and i'm sure as hell not going to stop

The terror you had felt when you’d accidentally gotten caught in the middle of a battle between a hero and villain, had been nothing compared to the terror you’d felt when you had woken up in the hospital to a world completely void of light. 

Finding out that the damage had scarred you so badly, that the loss of vision would be permanent, had completely crushed you.

With the birth of the age of heroes and villains, the government had ended up setting in place a new system to support civilians who were caught in the crossfire. As an artist with no other income, and no one to help support you, you’d been certain that you were destined to rely entirely on that funding for the rest of your life, or until you could find another way to care for yourself, however unlikely it may be.

The agency the hero worked for, had offered some compensation for your injury and ended up paying all of your hospital fees, but in the grand scheme of things, it still left you living a rather meagre life. 

Or at least that’s how it would have been, had the gifts not started showing up.

The first time there had been a delivery of fresh groceries, you’d been completely baffled, but grateful. But the second time, you’d been a little more hesitant, as, despite having no real close friends or family who would know your tastes, each delivery seemed to have been perfectly catered to them.

It was more than a little unsettling, and soon enough it started to get even more bizarre and worrisome.

The moment you needed something replaced, a replacement would be delivered. If something broke, a handyman would show up to fix it before you could call them. Even when it came time to pay bills, you found them already paid, and your bank account completely untouched.

It was unnerving, but slowly and surely, you started to get use to it and appreciate it.

When someone had knocked on your door early one morning, you hadn’t thought much of it when you’d answered, having gotten use to random deliveries. A small smile slipped onto your lips when you caught the scent of fresh flowers, another thing you’d been receiving ever since you were hospitalised, and had slowly come to adore.

What you hadn’t been expecting, was to hear a very very familiar voice, when the person finally spoke. The voice you’d heard mere moments before you’d passed out from the pain of the injury that had permanently blinded you for life. 

Nor had you expected them to sound so utterly filled with remorse.

You’ve been on top streaks lately! You’re dating someone you genuinely love and your luck seems to be out of this world; your coffee is always pre-prepared at your shop despite the owners never taking a liking to you, this new bus driver is always on time and your date has arranged for a meal at the most highly rated restaurant in the world!

One particular day someone who used to be cruel to you runs up to you, tears coating their face and panting “please tell ‘em to lay off it! I’m sorry, so sorry!!”

Turns out your hot new date runs the mafia round here, and everyone who works for him has been making sure your day goes smoothly, whatever it takes.

The fae smiled, sharply: “Give me your name, child.”

“Uhhhhh. Stick.”

“What.”

“Does Leaf work better? I’m just kinda looking around this clearing. Look, I’m trans, I haven’t decided on one yet, I’m throwing some spaghetti at the wall, you know how it is.”

The Gaffney Ledger, South Carolina, July 21, 1928

Body Language Cheat Sheet for Writers

As described by Selnick’s article:

Author and doctor of clinical psychology Carolyn Kaufman has released a one-page body language cheat sheet of psychological “tells” (PDF link) fiction writers can use to dress their characters.

“You.” The hero pointed at the villain.

“Me? I didn’t… I didn’t kill them.” They scowled at the dead ambassador’s body, sprawled on the wool carpet. “I can’t stand the sight of blood.”

“This was meant to be a dinner where we established peace,” the hero said angrily. 

“Then why don’t we figure this out together, hm? If you’re so inclined to cooperate.” 

Suddenly, the lights went out. Again. Both the hero and the villain stiffened, knowing that somebody else would be dead by the time they turned on. 

story prompt: you, a psychic, have a tendency to appear in other people’s dreams. you just took too much nyquil. tonight is gonna be wild

I love how irrelevant tumblr is. like no celebrities on here, no colleagues or family on here, no one’s famous off tumblr or making money, tbh no ones even updating the site like is there even any staff? who knows? it’s bliss

me vibing to my own playlist that i created, unapologetic: