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lokinatasha:

nolifeonafridaynight:

IT SHAKES WHEN YOU DO ALT+CLICK TO REBLOG NOW.

IT. SHAKES.

LIKE A VOLCANO READY TO ERUPT.

LIKE PIKACHU PREPARING TO ATTACK.

LIKE A SMALL CHILD GETTING A SHIVER IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.

IT JUMPS OUT OF MY SCREEN WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

(via theotakuofeverything)

Hey there followers! I am still on hiatus; this is an important thing that I need to answer. Thank you for understanding.

Anonymous asked:

This is the Anon from Masks’ tumblr. Thank you for what you said. I really appreciate it. I may take you up on the offer depending on how I feel after getting Masks’ response to my story. Thank you again. It really means a lot to me.

Hello, sweetheart <3

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Hey guys! So it’s been quiet here lately, right? With things quiet on the Korra front, my creativity has gradually rolled to a halt. When I ended Hostage a couple of you wrote me to say it felt a little unfinished and, in a sense, it was; originally there was another arc planned. Unfortunately I was just running out of energy—and my personal life has never been particularly stable—and I didn’t want to drag it out and drag the quality markedly down, so I finished it in a place that made sense to me. I hope to write that arc some time!

For now, I am officially on hiatus. I definitely have plans for the future! I mean to write a still-alive-Noatak-fic during—still undecided whether it’ll be creepy!Noatak or Katara’s-protege!Noatak, y’all can weigh in on that if you want—Book 2. You’re welcome to stay with me, or rejoin when I begin posting again.

I have another blog located here, which is mainly for funny shit that doesn’t really fit on this blog. That’s where I’ll be actively until I write more.

Something I do mean to do is to rewrite Greatest Trophy of the Revolution. I wrote it in a very short time, while the series was airing, and in the aftermath of a relationship that I’ve since realised was abusive. I haven’t revisited it since then. I would like to, to see how much my subconscious knew; how much I fetishised and how much was decent, and how much is just kind of weird and could do with fixing. If anyone would like to beta for me or help through the process, drop me an ask/fanmail/message of your choice, it would be much appreciated.

<3 u all, honestly, I’ve loved being on tumblr and I look forward to sharing Book 2 with you!

I am so proud of the eloquent, fantastic people arguing for same-sex marriage in the House of Commons today.

It remains sad that our culture focuses on marriage over vital issues like homelessness and bullying, remains focused on middle-class issues rather than the ones that ruin people.

I am still proud of the people shutting down the same old tired, bigoted, ridiculous arguments against equality. I am proud of my imperfect country today!

I suppose we tackle the symbolic problems first; we build a platform on which to stand and then we move outwards, onwards, and upwards to show people that they are valued and loved, and not worth less for their sexuality.

Please accept this humble offering. (I wrote this to the music I was listening to when I first wrote GTR!)

~

The day before the winter gala, Korra comes down with some kind of flu.

Katara is away, visiting Republic City with Tenzin, and Korra’s best efforts to heal herself end up making her feel even worse (she never did enjoy healing as much as the other bending disciplines, and because of that she never excelled at it in the same way). For some reason, she is entirely reluctant to ask Noatak. After all, the flu isn’t exactly a pleasant thing to see… the room smells kind of stale, and faintly like vomit. It’s one thing to have someone that she has known from childhood take care of her—somebody who has seen the vomit and brought her food and told her stories to soothe her frustrated, sick self—but Noatak is… Noatak is different. She’s not sure that she wants him to see her like this.

She lies flat on the floor, burning with heat, forehead pressed against the cool floor, and feels sorry for herself. Her mind plays her images over and over again; the fancy outfit she had lined up—she maintains that she hates dresses, and make-up, and elaborate hair-styles, but there’s a little voice inside her that is gleeful whenever she is sculpted into that reflection—the dancing, the food…

Korra harbours a reluctantly romantic view of the winter gala.

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Thanks so much for staying with me, guys, even though I’m not putting out content currently. I appreciate it, and I appreciate you all <3 I tend to be at my most ill during winter, so I’m doing pretty badly lately: blood tests left and right, specialist and doctor’s appointments, cognitive behavioral therapy, I am a wreck!

I will make time to write this week, and I will produce something by week’s end :) Hopefully a few things, but I don’t want to overreach my limits.

(if anyone’s interested, I did the tumblr accent challenge a while back and never posted ; if you want to hear me be awkward and English, plus bonus interaction with Cowmum, then I can put that up)

Being back at school is hitting me hard right now.

Much love to you all, and I will finish Amorra week, god help me, I will finish that goddamn prompt

masksarehot:

HEY YOU!

If you’re reading this post, please take a second to tell yourself one thing you like about yourself. You deserve to think nice things about yourself, and I bet you don’t do it often enough, do you? Do it now!

Now please carry on and have a lovely day. <3

what Masks said! You are great people. If we’ve never talked, perhaps we will at some point and I’m sure I’ll find that you are a lovely person. In the mean time, treat yourself nicely!

If you’re having a down day, be kind to yourself <3