Sokka:pet Your Cactus Now And Then, Make It Feel Loved

Sokka: pet your cactus now and then, make it feel loved

Zuko: Sokka wtf

Thanks for tagging me! Love your content!!

1. LOK- korra ofc

2.SPOP- Adora

3.SK8- Reke

4.TOH- amity blight

5.B99- Captain holt

6. MCU- Peter Parker

7. ATLA- Sokka

9. HP- Luna love good

10.Voltron- Matt holt

And I’m going to tag these lovey people

@zukos-calming-tea @kyoshincorrectquotes @lin-beifong-stan @sherawrites @seaweedbrain-wisegirl-goatboy @owlhouseismyhome @angi-rangi

Tagged by @bundibird (who also is one of my fave tumblr ppl) to do Ten Fandoms, Ten Characters, Ten Tags. 1. Les Miserables - Grantaire 2. Black Sails - James Flint 3. Borderlands - Handsome Jack 4. Star Trek (rn disco) - Cleveland Booker 5. Witcher - Jaskier 6. Dragon Age - Dorian 7. Marvel Comics - Clint Barton 8. Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski 9. Merlin - Merlin 10. Hades - Zagreus Instead of tagging last 10 ppl in my messages, im gonna tag some of my fave ppl on tumblr! @zombiebrainsoup @achilles-was-better-than-u @noctis-no @arpiniko @shut-thejongup @squish-e 

Just a Glance

Pt. 1 Pt.2 Masterlist

Eventually those shinning Blue eyes found a permanent home in Asami head.  May it be while she was fixing a car or drawing up new blueprints not only those stupidly pretty eyes were at the forefront of her thoughts, but the ridiculously gorgeous women behind them as well. So when she got a text from a random number saying simply

          hey it's Korra from the coffee shop, Asami nearly knocked over her drink. Korra that's her name, the girl she hasn't been able to get out of her head. The pretty blue eyes and charming crooked smile finally had a name, and the name was perfect, Korra fit the girl perfectly and Asami barely knew her yet.

How's your head? you hit it pretty hard when you were hiding from me. Asami responded wondering if she was coming off too strong and scaring the other girl off

I wasn't hiding just looking for a mirror. Korra responded blushing slightly earning herself a questioning glance from Bolin. Korra honestly didn't know why she was so nervous about texting this other girl, she's gotten many numbers from customers before and even had small things with some. But none of them succeeded in making Korra hide under the counter and blush profusely when someone orders a vanilla latte. Somehow this Asami girl made her do all that from two small interactions and it complexed her.

Well did you find one? Asami responded wanting to see how long she could keep this going. After a couple minutes without response Asami texted again. I don't bite, Unless you want me to.

Of course that's the moment Korra responded,

Sorry I was busy with a customer. Then after a couple moments. which were spent by Korra pleading for flirting tips from Bolin (who knew he sucked so much at flirting?) and then after looking up a Wiki-how on how to flirt. A simple yet scrutinized heavily text was sent, My shift ends in half a hour, wanna stop by and get to know each other?

Looking over the text Asami couldn't help a small victory dance from slipping out. She got asked on a date by the girl she couldn't sweep from her mind.

I would love to!  was the exclamation mark too much? was she coming off too strong? wait there's no time for panicking she has half an hour to get ready for her date, Asami thought to herself. Korra was in no better shape than Asami.

"Bolin how do I do this!" she yelled across the counter, her mind suddenly going blank on all her previous experience.

" Well grab the scoop and put it the coffee bag-"

"No Bolin how do I do this dating thing"

"Oh I'm completely helpless with that."

A/N: I now I said this would be like little one-shots but I was wrong so, anyway hope you enjoy this! Also i believe Asami is superrrr smooth 

“but in that way where you can tell he’s pressing all of his appreciation deep into your skin. lodging it there so that even when your body begins to decay beneath the earth a long time from now, the imprints of his love will still be nestled in your bones.”

How dare you write this poetry on a smut

finnick is just so soft and comforting in my mind. SOFT SMUT 16+

the capitol has painted him into this hypermasculine, tough, being. and they’re not far off. finnick is tough. but your finnick isn’t the capitol’s finnick. 

your finnick is loving, soft edges hidden by his muscled exterior. he’s caring. he cares so much, and those trips to the capitol seem to wear him down each time. but he always comes back to you, maybe with drained eyes and a little less energy in him, but he’s always there. 

your finnick loves you with all his might. he’s having a hand on you at all times, simultaneously making sure you’re not a figment of his imagination, and you won’t go away. (you’d never even dream of it) 

your finnick keeps you afloat on the mattress, instead of pushing you into it like others have. he has a soothing hand on you somewhere, usually along your abdomen, encouraging you when his display of love seems to be too much on your little body. he’s kissing you all over, not in that slobbery way that capitol men have, but in that way where you can tell he’s pressing all of his appreciation deep into your skin. lodging it there so that even when your body begins to decay beneath the earth a long time from now, the imprints of his love will still be nestled in your bones. he rocks into you slowly, but with a determined force behind it. he keeps your legs open, even propping them onto his shoulders to reach the deep pits within you that he knows has you mewling. and when your mewling turns into whines, which turns into breathy gasps, he has a thumb circling the little button that pushes you over the edge. 

and your finnick holds you when you’ve finished. there’s some nights where only you finish, but he couldn’t care less about himself. when he’s done, he doesn’t pull his pants up and throw loose bills over your body. he engulfs your tired frame in his arms, and kisses your forehead, mumbling suggestions of a warm bath before you both fall asleep. 

and of course, your finnick carries you to the bathtub that’s filled to the brim with warm water and soapy suds, joining you in the warmth that cleanses both of you, while also inviting you into a mutual embrace of drowsiness. 

Hey guys sorry for the lack of posts, mental health is poopy rn.

Mako: I can’t be gay I use three in one shampoo!