leave your shame at the door

I’m gonna miss you so much, Eleanor. Except you won’t. That’s what’s so scary about this whole thing.

i know that it’s over…

Requested by @and-so-we-meet-again

Harry looked up at him and saw a tear trickling down Dumbledore’s face into his long silver beard. - ootp, the lost prophecy (chapter 37)

*crying in the corner*

“It’s time to say goodbye.”

“Then Bilbo turned away, and he went by himself, and sat alone wrapped in a blanket, and, whether you believe it or not, he wept until his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.”

“Start with Bellamy Blake”

She can’t breathe. The bind around her neck is starting to feel more and more like a noose. She opens her mouth to speak. To reason. To beg. Anything. It doesn’t work. She counts to three and exhales slowly. Her chest is still stinging from where her mother had stabbed her but that’s all background noise. They’re going to kill him.

Her mother’s smiling at her and all of it rushes over her at once. She’s going to lose him. Of course she is. She’d told herself over and over. No matter what, she can’t compromise the chip. She can’t do that. She’d come too far to protect her people. She’s lost too much. But this. The idea of losing him was unimaginable. Almost too painful to bear. She couldn’t— wouldn’t be able to take it.

She can’t hide the panic that sets in. It’s loud and terrifying and her heart is going faster than she’d ever thought possible. She looks into her mother’s dead eyes and Clarke knows, she knows.

She can’t lose him. She can’t because she loves him. And the realization is almost vulgar. She’d known she loves him, vaguely. But this is sharp and persistent and it’s so goddamn terrifying, she can’t think beyond it. Love is weakness. She wants to laugh at the irony of it all. But her head hurts and his name is echoing across her skull and she still can’t breathe.

She doesn’t understand the mechanics of how she loves him. She’ll probably never understand. She swallows hard and tastes metal and hopelessness like she’s never felt.

She loves him like this. If they touch a hair on Bellamy. she knows she’s going to shut her eyes and pray for the first time in years. She loves him like she’s at the edge of the world and he is the only thing stopping her from falling over. She loves him like a scream into the void. She loves him without pause or thought or doubt. She loves him without armor. His or hers. She will scream her throat hoarse if she loses him, because she loves him like she needs to breathe. She loves him. Doesn’t know how not to.

And he loves her.

When her mother tells her that they’ve changed plans, she understands what breathing after a century is like. It occurs to her in waves of relief. She’s not going to lose him yet.

When her mother jumps off the stool without a second thought, noose tightening around her neck, she screams and begs and she sobs but she doesn’t talk. It hurts and hurts and hurts but she doesn’t talk.

Later, when her mother is safe and the lead in her lungs is replaced with a quiet kind of dread, she would ask herself; would she have really let the world burn for him?

He’s tying a bandage around Ontari’s head, black blood staining his fingers, his brows creased in concentration when she realizes it.

Yes, she thinks. Yes, she would have.

Taking myself to the scary feely place over 3x09, still streaming!! Come play! @sango-bluewolf

So I thought about how they found out Aang was the Avatar by presenting him with a set of toys when he was very young and he chose the one that belonged to his previous lives… Korra’s the only Avatar that the next one will have a connection to. I didn’t have any toys in mind so I used the betrothal necklace from my previous comic. Also, imagined Asami joining the White Lotus when she was much older (after Korra passes) to help look for the next Avatar… and the result is this. xD

Gave the kid Heterochromia due to mixed heritage because why not…

When you try your best but you don’t succeed

When you get what you want but not what you need

When you feel so tired but you can’t sleep

Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can’t replace

When you love someone but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you