I Think My Biggest Fear As An Avid Booktube Enjoyer Who Is Also A Writer Would Be Publishing A Book And

for everyone reblogging this and saying they suddenly want a 16 year old aang fic i in fact have been writing one that updates weekly!!!

check it out here!! ->

au where Aang gets told he's the Avatar (and subsequently frozen) at 16 like he was supposed to.... I think it would change a lot honestly

me when i write really flirty aang fics and then read them back and giggle and kick my feet

love rereading some of my writing like damn this person really knows how to write that appeals to all the things I personally love

I made a thing….

your honor, it is them.

i like them

⊹  ࣪ ⚛︎ ˖  ⌬ quantum entanglement   ༘ ⚛︎ ⊹ ࣪ ⚛︎ ˖

Elsie wasn’t quite sure how to communicate the magnitude of her gratitude without shifting their dynamic from mortal enemies to something…else.  

She meant to thank him, in a way that would be normal for a TA to speak to her fellow TA, in a way that was perfectly normal and unassuming so that she could move away from Jack’s brief moment of human-ness, but all that came out was “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

She meant to make him smile, meant to maybe soften the hard lines of his face into something that looked slightly less neutral toward her, but instead, she watched a wave of tension roll through the muscles of his jaw, watched his navy sleeves shift and strain slightly as he crossed his arms over one another.

“Right,” He said softly, and his tone was civil on the surface, but at the same time, cold , so much colder than the friendly one he had offered Ivy. 

A few more moments passed, and Elsie felt like the Titanic, facing against the icy chill of the towering iceberg and certain death. “...Okay, did I do something, or…?”

 The sounds of shuffling and flipping pages began to calm and quiet, the clatters and rustling ebbing as Jack and Elsie straightened, feeling the attention of a class teeming with first years suddenly shift entirely to them as the clock hands turned and ticked their way to eight o’ clock sharp.

“Did I?” Jack's eyes flicked to her in the few moments before the overlapping background sounds dissipated entirely, and even if he kept his face neutral, his tone, the way he emphasized “I”, was anything but. Her lips parted and she felt her eyes widen, her jaw loosen in surprise. 

He turned back to the lecture hall, and his next words were barely a mutter as he leaned past her to adjust his laptop and pull up the slides she’d watched him go over a million times in the last forty-five minutes. Her eyes didn’t leave his face, and when he spoke,  his lips parted so briefly that she was could have been convinced he hadn’t spoken at all, if it hadn’t been for the little look he tossed at her back over his shoulder, his gaze locking so closely with her that she was sure she couldn’t have looked away even if she tried. 

“You tell me , Elsie.”

⊹  ࣪ ⚛︎ ˖  ⌬ ⋆   ༘ ⚛︎ ⊹ ࣪ ⚛︎ ˖

-quantum entanglement, quillthrills on ao3

i have been hit with the sudden powerful urge to write a lucy x schroeder fic where she's studying to get into med school for psychiatry

and its like a she falls first he falls harder type scenario where he sees how driven she is when she studies and it reminds him of the way he's driven with piano and its the tipping point for him to fall for her.......... i know starting another wip is a bad idea but the blorbos...they call to me.......❤️

ao3 won't let me save more than 20 favourite tags because it is scared of the power i could wield. they know that the sheer number would crash the site. tremble, archiveofourown.org, before all that i could be

i had a dream last night of a kataang streamer au and my first thought when i woke up was oh no not another wip to add to all the new ideas ive come up with

just had the most disjointed idea for a joke pop into my mind. something about accidentally misspelling headcanon and then u have a cannon on your head and help i think i'm losing it