[ID pulled from alt: a colored digital drawing of the Gaang from Atla. they’re all sleeping in a big cuddle pile on a bed with green and white sheets and light green pillows. Sokka is between Zuko and Suki, he’s resting his head on zuko’s shoulder while hugging his chest, and his mouth is open as if he’s been snoring loudly. Suki is holding sokka close from behind, snuggling her face in his back. Zuko is also holding Toph with his right arm, and toph is laying her head on his chest and resting her right hand on sokka’s arm. Katara is laying across their legs, and has her head pillowed on Toph’s knee. Aang is leaning his head on katara’s side, and has his hand liked with her elbow. Momo is curled up in a ball in front of Katara. the picture is predominantly green, with warm orange light entering from the left side. /]
love writing. writing is awesome. it’s a shame that it involves writing though
the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent
“the worst they could say is no” true but while they are saying it they very well could hit me with force lightning like palpatine. From star war
polar expeditions were insane there’s just like a 200 year period in history where every european man on planet earth was simultaneously struck by the urge to run off and die horribly at one of the poles
some people are taking "doomed" to mean "dead". this is actually a misconception! you can be doomed even if you don't die! it's sometimes worse if you don't die!
Every single response I see @neil-gaiman give on this hellsite has the exact same energy as an extremely tired king of a tiny medieval country, pinching the bridge of his nose as he once more decides which peasant the pumpkin TRULY belongs to
I keep going back to check on my open word doc, as if some other me has been working on my fanfic while I’m off scrolling through tumblr.













