He had regretted his decision, Pema’s good cooking sending him in to a comfortable laziness which made him weak to her gentle pleas. “It’s just for one day,” the words repeated in his head as he watched Tenzin and his wife fly away, “You’ll be fine - they love you!” As he headed up the tall steps to where the children would be waiting, he cursed himself for being so biased towards fruit pies…

-x-

The sun was beginning to set across the bay and there still was no sign of a sky bison up above. Bolin sighed, but not for the reasons he had thought.

The dreaded day had been filled with playful lemurs, swimming with polarbear dogs, and chasing ferrets; they had built sandcastles and fought pretend pirates and even taught him to how to dance; they cooked noodles and seaweed soup and after their picnic in the sun, they had all fallen asleep under a tree in the garden.

“Hey… Bolin?” The quiet voice stirred him from his thoughts, and he glanced down at the boy snuggled against his chest.

“Can you stay here forever?”

His eyes danced over to the girls nestled beneath his other arm, their faces settled into gentle smiles, Pabu curled up in the youngest’s arms. He felt Naga’s chest rise and fall under his back, her tail slowly swishing beside him in the grass.

Even though he never really had a family beyond that of his brother, he knew what love felt like, and there in that moment, he knew Pema was right.

He moved to stand, lifting the little airbenders up with him so careful not to wake them. He walked to their rooms and placed the girls in their beds, Pabu refusing to leave his new friend. He then pried Meelo’s arms from around his neck and tucked him in, kissing his forehead as would his father, the slightest twinge of sadness in his heart when he heard him say goodnight.

He headed towards his own room across the compound, a smile still lingering on his face, and as he neared his quarters, he remembered Meelo’s question.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, sliding the screen door closed behind him, “Why not…”

Batsami, Spiderlin, and Hulk Korra (Batwoman + Spidergirl + She-Hulk)

Just cuz they’re all awesome

Meet the Sport’s Most Famous Faces: Tahno, Mako, and Bolin!

*** THE KISS OF DEATH TOUR ***

For three nights only!

MARCELINE AND THE SCREAM QUEENS with very special guest… DEATH!!

Also featuring:

BMO, Candy People on Sticks in Dead Serpent Pond, Devil Cake Downers, Gilded Bats, The King of Mars, Peppermint Butler, PHIL FACE, Prismo and the Cosmic Owl, Tuff and His Hot Stuff from the Nightosphere, Van Halensing, Vomit Pink, and more!!

Coming to a kingdom near you (NO FLESHIES ALLOWED - sorry dudes!)

“Come on, Iroh…” Bumi called back to him, already heading up the ship’s gangplank, the rest of the crew awaiting his orders, “It’s time to go.”

Pro-bending/boxing Bolin

(I’m testing out a new tablet… still trying to get the hang of it…)

Watching LoK and my favorite Miyazaki films (which is almost all of them) and of course, a crossover was bound to happen.

Kudos to you if you know who’s who!

The Coronation (The Mailman and the Princess)

So I was re-watching the last few seasons of Adventure Time and the Princess Cookie episode came up and oh grod, I forgot just how sad it was…

“Thank you for your help but it’s too late for me. I’ll never be a princess. At least for a moment, you helped me feel like a princess.”

Poor Baby-Snaps… *sniff*

“Do you really have to go?” She sat up slowly, hesitantly eying the tanned avatar beside her.

“Tenzin will kill me if I miss morning meditation again,” She groaned as she bent down, searching somewhere beneath the bed for her other boot. Korra glanced back at her, pausing when she saw the quiet sadness in her eyes.­

It had been a few months since they had started having their secret midnight rendezvouses, each time always ending with one leaving the other in the morning to run off to a company budget meeting or save the world by babysitting cranky airbender babies or some other vitally important thing. Both were guilty of it and they vowed to make up for it the next night, but even well-kept promises didn’t stop the pain swelling in Asami’s chest as she watched the avatar dress to go.

“I’ll miss you,” She sighed, her lips quivering in to the faintest smile.

Korra leaned over and brushed back a stray hair from the heiress’ cheek, a silent sincerity in her lips’ touch as she kissed her softly, “I’ll miss you more.”

Jealous much, Korra?