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Can you post the page where it says Lightning's real name?
Cars Origins: Struck by Lightning
By Dave Keane
Is the source you heckin guys. I’ll post screengrabs now that I’m not sleeping.
haha it's absolutely jealousy
Pre-Southern Raiders, Toph starts calling Zuko "Sparky" and Katara starts doing so as well just because it annoys him. Zuko is desperately trying to ignore the Feelings this stirs in him.
Katara is extremely annoyed by how close Toph is to Zuko, always hanging off him, but it would be ridiculous if anyone thought that had anything to do with jealousy...
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Nature clown. ???
from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator ☆
Tyzula week is finally here!!
Dec 17 role reversal/pet names @tyzula-week
Bonus circus fire breather azula under cut
you don't need a nickname. your presence is such that those who hear of you already know whom the person speaking is referring to... somehow, it just comes off differently from the speaker. an inability to filter the aura you permiate - thus since energy is neither created nor destroyed, the speaker simply holds your aura's energy (weightlessly) until it is transferred with their chosen medium after being queued to release by their thought of you and whatever they desire to communicate on such related subjects.
-Pati3ntWo1f (111820)
Quack Attack?
My family appears very normal. I have a father who loves sports and crime shows and I have a mother who is obsessed with vegetables and imaginary specks of dust. The only thing (yes, thing) that disturbs this image is the nutball I call my brother.
Don’t get me wrong, in front of other people he acts completely normal. Maybe a little like a clown, but still normal. The worst part is that people actually respect him! They think he is a very responsible older brother who has to babysit his bratty baby sister all the time (never mind the fact that I’m sixteen). This is what he has other people believe. I’m here to shatter all of these illusions.
My brother is an idiot. Now before you start protesting that he is in fact a very intelligent boy and I shouldn’t be saying things like this about my family, let me outline a few of the more prominent incidents. There is of course the one where he woke me up by dragging me feet-first into the kitchen. Then there is also the one where he decided to show off his arm strength by grabbing my feet in one hand and my hands in the other and flinging me onto the bed. But the one day which stands out in my mind is the day he abruptly decided to call me Quack Attack.
He likes to tell people that there is a reason behind this ridiculously idiotic nickname. There isn’t. He just suddenly decided, ‘Thou shalt henceforth be known as Quack Attack’ and that was it. I honestly didn’t know what was going on. One minute I was innocently sitting at my table and doing my homework, the next he had graced me with his extremely unwanted presence and declared that I “shall henceforth be called Quack Attack.”
My initial thought was something along the lines of, ‘doesn’t he have a hobby?’ but I dismissed that thought and, quite foolishly, I admit, asked him where this sudden announcement came from, whereupon he began to laugh and told me that I had been mumbling those words under my breath. Now that in itself is quite plausible, I do generally mutter while I am writing. But I clearly remember doing my Marathi homework at that time, so there was absolutely no reason why I would be saying ‘Quack Attack’ under my breath. But does that deter him? No, he just ignores my logical argument and sticks to his utterly idiotic beliefs!
It has been almost four years since that fateful day, and I would like to tell you that he has changed and has actually become the respectable 20-year-old everyone thinks he is. But I can’t do that because, sadly, he is still as much of an idiot as he was all those years ago. Time has not affected him one bit. His affectionate nickname has become rather famous *sob* and even certain friends have taken to calling me Quack Attack!
To those who believe that I may be exaggerating a little, I assure you, I’m not. Yes, there are times when we get along, and, having put up with him for sixteen years, I am quite used to his needling by now, but still. In my case, the ‘tyrannical older sibling’ myth isn’t a myth at all! I live it every day!
*cue Optimus Prime voice* I am Kirtana Menon, and I send this message out to all those who battle the forces of annoying older brothers. We are here. We are waiting.
I agree wholeheartedly.
So does Atton use petnames purely ironically, mostly unironically, or does it start off as ironic and then become deeply unironic? Or was it always genuine and he just buried it under tons of irony and sarcasm like he does with everything?
…I think I answered my own question. It’s the last one.
The fool the magician and the chariot <33
How did you know the magician is my favourite ;)
The Fool - Do you have any nicknames?
I do! People call me Beanie, you can feel free to call me that too :)
Sometimes I get Audrina, too, but I like Beanie better lol
The Magician - Have you ever written a song or a poem about someone else?
Yes, I have. A girl I used to be quite close with was dating a boy a year older than her who was graduating, and I wrote a song about how hard I thought it would be the one to be left behind. Actually, I already had some first-hand experience with that, as my older sister had gone away to university that year and I was the one left behind.
I'd like to write a poem about someone one day… I want to love someone so much I create something for them.
The Chariot - Thoughts on Astrology?
I think Astrology is so fun, but I don't base my life around it. I like reading about it and seeing how others interpret it, but I'm not entirely invested in it myself.
(Also, I'm a Pisces! Could you tell? 😉)
Thank you @moonylupinhasdemonpox those were fun to answer!
“You’re really cute when you pout like that.”
Ship: Spencer Reid/Aaron Hotchner/Derek Moragn
Summary: Aaron is trying to finish some paperwork. Derek is teasing Spencer. Spencer is cuddly, and rather innocent.
A/N: My Poly ass has to write Poly ships sometimes so it’s on my spin wheel
They were scattered across places of Aaron’s office, Aaron the only one left who was still working. Derek was messing with some phone game while Spencer read some books he’d found at the library.
Spencer shuffled over from where he was leaning against Aaron’s desk to lean against Aaron’s legs prompting Aaron to play with his hair by knocking his head against where Aaron had rested his hand amongst his knee.
“I swear you were a kitten in a past life babe.” Derek teased.
“Shut up Derek.” Spencer grumbled good naturedly, pouting when he looked at Derek over the edge of his book.
“You’re cute when you pout like that.” Spencer retaliated by throwing a pen at Derek who promptly threw it back, unfortunately missing Spencer by a few inches and hitting Aaron in the face.
“Uh oh.” Spencer mumbles tilting his head up to look at Aaron. “Please don’t kill him.”
“I’m working.” Aaron huffs. “Both of you better quit it or I’ll kick you out.”
“No you won’t.” Derek responds, making his way across the room. “I’m sorry I hit you in the face with a pen.” The absurdity of the situation had Spencer gigging and Derek reached over to lightly shove him.
“Just behave.” Aaron mutters not looking up from his paperwork. “Both of you.” He adds when Spencer reaches out to grab Derek’s ankle.
“Can the paperwork till tomorrow?” Spencer asks twisting around so he’s resting his chin on Aaron’s knee.
“No it can’t.” Aaron’s hand reaches out to push Spencer off his knee. “Behave.”
“I was behaving.” Spencer argues furrowing his eyebrows, Derek laughs leaning down to whisper something in Spencer’s ear. “Oh.” Aaron rolls his eyes closing the file with a defeated sigh.
“Come on. I’m not getting anything done with the two of you fooling around.” Spencer frowns watching as Aaron packs up with a slightly agitated look on his face.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah me too.” Derek relents when Spencer looks at him expectedly.
“It’s fine. Let’s go home.” Aaron barely makes it to the door before two sets of arms are wrapping around him, the faces of his lovers both apologetic. “Really, it’s okay. Let’s go home.”
“You sure?” Spencer asks.
“I’m sure.”