Arckee-dreams - The Tortoise Jumps In The Lake With Dreams Of Being A Sea Turtle

but so elphaba 

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A mom helping her kids beat a hard level in Super Mario Land, 1990s.

It actually reminds me of No one mourns the wicked by kellsbells

which is one of my personal favourites.

WICKED MUSICAL | SUPERCORP AU’S THAT I’LL NEVER WRITE 4/?

Lena has been casted as Elphaba for the new season of Wicked, most of the other actors think she only got the role because of her family and she’s starting to believe it.

Maybe they are right because how could she ever be to the pair of Kara Danvers (Glinda) who is literally one of the biggest names in musical theatre? Kara is nice, especially with Lena and all she can hope is not to mess things up with her, in and out of stage.

Last full moon of the year, in Þingvellir by Ann Silvestre.

TW: animal death / animal neglect

I wanted to draw this comic for a long time, but I never knew how to approach this issue. In my childhood all my friends had budgies, all of them were put aside somewhere and left alone. Treated like “annoying” decoration. Don’t get a bird if you can’t meet its needs.

Orange Heart 🧡 in Yosemite’s National park firefall. Happy Valentine’s Day! [OC] [1080x1618] IG @the_lost_coast - Author: the_lost_coast on reddit

Long-eared Owl - Bufo-pequeno (Asio otus)

Vila Franca de Xira/Portugal (25/11/2021)

[Nikon D500; AF-S Nikkor 500mm F5,6E PF ED VR; 1/400s; F5,6; 640 ISO]

Hello 🙂 for the one hundred ways to say I love you I’ll ask you number 99! Thank you!

100 Ways to Say I Love you - "Be Careful" (Supercorp)

Maybe one of my shortest ficlets. A little Post-Phantom Zone reunion with a touch of angst.

Lena’s voice had been noticeably absent from the chorus of goodbyes from everyone gathered at the Watchtower as Kara prepared to head out on patrol. Something that she had tried not to notice, tried not to allow her mind to spin into some hurtful bit of fiction but as she prepared to head out on patrol she could feel herself doing just that. It didn’t surprise her... Not only did Kara have a way with words but she had months of incredibly painful memories to draw from back when she and Lena had been estranged, a deep well to draw fetid water from.. . Despite the careful progress the two had made since her return from the Phantom Zone, maybe they weren’t as okay as she thought they were… “Kara…” Lena’s voice floated to her from down the hall from the direction she had just come. There was the measured staccato click of her heels as she approached and when Lena drew closer the unmistakable beating of her heart, the tempo increasing ever so slightly when their eyes met... “Lena… Is something wrong?” Lena smiled shyly and shook her head., eyes trained momentarily on the ground before she looked up again and Kara was almost overcome with just how green Lena’s eyes truly were. The verdant green of some unending grassy meadow or the glittering ethereal beauty of delicately cut emeralds. “Nothing’s wrong,” Lena assured her. “I just…” She exhaled slowly and Kara took a step closer, concerned. “Promise me something?” she asked and before Kara could agree to Lena’s terms, she spoke again. “Be careful… Promise me that you’ll be careful, Kara.” Kara might have told her that she was just going out on patrol, that she had a better chance of being hounded for a picture than happening across an actual crime in progress but she saw the poorly masked fear on Lena’s face, the slight tremble in her hands and couldn’t get the words out. “I just got you back,” Lena whispered, throwing back the curtain on the root of her fear. “And I can’t…” She clamped her mouth shut and shook her head, dropping her gaze again as her shoulders started to hitch. “I can’t…” She trailed off again and shook her head, unable to get the words out but she didn’t need to. Kara already knew what she wanted to say. “I can’t lose you, Lena,” Kara said and took Lena gently by the shoulders and pulled her into a hug that Lena melted into, arms wrapping tightly around Kara’s back, her head coming to rest against her shoulder. “I promise that I’ll be careful,” Kara whispered, pressing her lips to Lena’s temple, still holding onto her tight, tight. “And you’re here now,” she whispered and felt her eyes mist over. There were no more secrets between them, no more lies, and now all that remained was the simple fact that they were two people who loved one another very much. “Right here with me,” Kara whispered. “Right where I always wanted you to be.” Lena nodded earnestly against Kara's shoulder and nuzzled closer, tears sliding down her cheeks that Kara did her best to brush away as gently as she could. She tilted her head slightly to the side and Kara felt Lena's hands glide down her sides sending a rush of blood to her head that made her feel the slightest bit dizzy. Her hands settled securely around Kara's waist and she lifted her head up from Kara's shoulder, eyes sparkling. "I'll be here," Lena said and pointed back towards the room in the Watchtower they had both just vacated. "And here." She pointed to Kara's ear. "And here," she whispered and pressed her hand over Kara's heart. She rose up half an inch onto the tips of her toes, lips brushing dangerously close against Kara's ear that got her heart racing. "Go get 'em, Supergirl."

A smile as bright as the rising sun lit up Kara's face and while she would have liked nothing more than to scoop Lena up into her arms and fly somewhere private... somewhere romantic, she knew that there would be time for that later, tonight maybe if all was quiet. "Dinner later? If you don't mind waiting," Kara said, giving Lena an out. "As long as you let me pay," Lena said and while her eyes were still damp, she looked like she was more than ready to dig her heels in if needed. "Deal," Kara said, rising a couple of inches off the ground, feeling so deliriously happy that she might have been able to fly on just that feeling alone and flew backwards, not wanting to take her eyes off of Lena, nearly flying into a water cooler before she finally turned around and put on a burst of speed, flying out and over the city. She couldn't remember the view ever looking so magnificent. "You both left your comms on," Alex said her voice filtering in through her suit's comms. "Next time maybe switch to a private channel," she suggested, her voice brimming with poorly restrained glee.

Korrasami Week Day One

This was a fun prompt. Hope you’ll enjoy :)

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Prompt: distraction

As soon as Republic City acquires a semblance of stability, she moves out of her home.

Filled with rambunctious benders, it was impossible for the hallways to echo as empty. But Mako and Bolin's loud family has to move out at some point, as they can’t keep living under her roof. Asami understands that. It's the same reason she won't permanently move to Air Temple Island.

She also understands the feeling that sings under her skin every time she sets foot in the mansion (she thanks Raava it's not a malicious one). She's not going to sell the mansion. She's too fond of those walls, despite... despite.

Instead, there's an idea that tickles her brain. It's the urge to do something with her old house, to transform it into something her parents could be proud of - both her parents. Something for the city, like a school or a library.

It's still a work in progress.

But inevitably, she moves out of the mansion.

She brings Bolin along in her hunt for a new apartment - he harbours a secret keen eye for design and Asami exploits it every time she can. Korra and Mako tag along, and the four of them make a day out of it, an afternoon that turns out to be a whole array of apologies to landowners as the pair of them keep destroying furniture and leave burnt marks on the walls.

She settles for a small house located on the side of the bay, one that has the Air Temple's skyline on the background and shingles that come loose after a storm. It's not in peak conditions, but she doesn't mind manual labour.

The roof is the first thing she patches up.

Slowly, each room gets touched by Korra, who spends as much time as possible there even if they aren't officially living together. Not yet.

Most days, Asami comes home to a second pair of boots next to the doormat, and the second toothbrush by the sink attracts a fuzzy feeling. She finds a second dish drying on the rack and a huge white polar dog chasing butterflies in her garden.

The same garden that Korra likes to turn into an impromptu training field.

The same garden her office has a direct view of.

Desk littered with notes, Asami nibbles down on a pencil as she tries to focus on the blueprints of an engine for a new line of mopeds.

Try is the key word here. She struggles to keep her head low on the project, because otherwise she will be rewarded with an unashamed view of Korra working out in the garden. An alluring and distracting view of her girlfriend working out in the garden.

It's not the first time she watches Korra train - they still regularly work out together at least once a week. But the image of Korra in workout clothes never fails to stir a very specific reaction in her belly. A pooling warmth that-

She shakes her head and banishes away those dangerous thoughts.

She erases another line on her pad, noticing a dumb error in the thermal conductivity equation.

If we shorten this pump, make it thinner, than the cooling liquid can move faster, so that heat will be released... release, crouch, jump and release, crouch, jump... quadriceps, those quadriceps. How could anybody have quadriceps like those? Sweet mother of all quadriceps...

Asami comes back to Korra's last squat, one fluid movement that ends in an arch of firebending, flames sizzling in the air.

And that’s not the point. The point is energy, energy she needs to find a way to carry to the core of the engine. Not Korra's impressive pace as she switches from roundhouse kicks to fast and powerful punches.

Even her hands somehow look really hot, wrapped in white tape.

And she knows that Korra's doing it on purpose, parading in front of her window in baggy pants and loose top.

If she wasn't, she would have completed her running laps along the circuit that wraps around the house, instead of turning back halfway to the first corner. It's completely intentional, like the casual waves Korra throws her way whenever she catches Asami's emerald eyes through the windowpane. She can detect a certain brashness in the Avatar's stance, one that's making her feel... things.

Usually Korra's flirting ranges from a 'I saw this rose and thought about you,' to 'Sun's out, guns out!' as she shows off like a dork, making Asami laugh each time.

And if Korra's new flirting is affecting her, well, Asami certainly won't have to admit that.

She rises from her seat to open the window leading to the garden. She remains motionless for a moment, enjoying the view of Korra doing some earthbending poses. She can see every slightly-ragged breath the Avatar easily control during the difficult poses, legs spread wide and shoulders firm.

The window latch clicks as she unlocks it.

"Korra," she calls out, elbows crossed over the sill, "Could you come here for a moment, please?"

Korra breaks the bending stance she's holding and hurries back to her, hopping on the window in a smooth leap, "What is it, Asami?" she asks, smiling like a puppy.

A cute, sweaty, hot puppy.

"How's the training going, dear?" Asami slows her tongue in a low curl around the endearment.

"Oh," Korra huffs and dabs at her forehead, flexing her bicep in the process, "I'm doing just a light workout, nothing too taxing."

"Mmm," Asami hums, hand rising to her chin and tapping at her lips. A smirk settles on Korra's face.

"See something you like?" Korra asks, blinking meaningfully at Asami. But maybe it's just a very inept wink she makes with both eyes. Asami doesn't know, but she feels giddy nonetheless at Korra's earnest flirting.

She bends lower until she's inches from Korra, who now sports a bashful look on her face. For all her bravado, the Avatar quickly resorts back to a fumbling, stumbling, blushing mess. A cute, fumbling, stumbling, blushing mess.

"Are you trying to distract me?"

"Aaah, is it working? Ah," Korra stutters and one of her hand rises to rub the back of her neck.

Asami leans closer and closer, until she feels warm breath tickle her lips and Korra's expression somber. There's the lightest of the pressures on her lips, the promise of something more. Korra struggles to chase that feeling, pushing her torso up with the pure strength of her arms. She's welcomed by empty air as Asami smirks and turns back.

"You should work a little more on those reps," she tosses over her shoulder, "Your earthbending stance seemed a little sloppy."

Korra's pout is almost endearing as her smile.

+++++

Korra is juggling a huge plate of Fire Nation spicy food, a glass of red wine she didn't really wanted and the most boring of the Earth Kingdom's ambassadors, when she notices the look Asami is giving her.

They're attending a gala in one of Republic City most glamorous venue, under President Zhu Li's insistence. If Korra could have chosen, she would have stopped participating to those events long ago.

Alas, being the Avatar meant being in the spotlight. Public appearances were a necessary if not uncomfortable requirement of her life and since Republic City hadn't faced any recent major crises, Korra had to settle for a stuffy gala once in a while instead of holding public speeches about passion and unity.

The only bright spot in those otherwise dull evenings were her friends and family, most of which were usually in attendance, being important political figures themselves. Tenzin and Jinora politely nodding from one corner, Lin frowning over a plate of dumplings and sometimes her father smiling proudly over a dorky thumbs up.

But if she's lucky, then it's Asami who's smiling at her.

She doesn't know how Asami manages to give her one of those sultry looks and a moment later she'll be nodding politely to one of those old investors of Future Industries.

Asami glances her way, sneaking in feather light touches on the inside of her wrists and in the crook of her elbows between one bald man and an overdressed lady easily impressed by the Avatar's presence. She steals Korra's glass from her pliable fingers to take one sip of her drink. And each time, Korra is left to stare at the lipstick imprint on the corner of her glass for the rest of the evening. (She doesn't dare finishing it for fear that a waiter will take it away.)

It's not like they are against public displays of affections. While most of the time they are pretty reserved about their relationship, they never shy away from small touches and fond smiles in public.

But holding hands and swapping chaste kisses is totally a different thing than the looks Asami is giving her. In the middle of a ballroom packed with some of the most prominent figures of Republic City.

That doesn't stop Korra's heart from flipping in her chest.

The red silk of Asami's dress covers the dip of her shoulders in a crimson cascade as light dances in the folds created by the gown. And the shine of her earrings draws attention to the beautiful emerald hues of her eyes. There's a speckle of gold swirling in them, one that Korra knows wanes in the dark.

Asami flips her ebony hair over one shoulder as she covers her lips with her fingers to hide a polite chuckle and Korra swears her gaze flickers to meet hers for a moment. Korra's ears turn red.

"Your last speech in the northern region of the Earth Kingdom was really admirable, Avatar Korra. For once, I..." dull words reach her ears, breaching her mind with the thoughtlessness behind them. She has no idea what the ambassador's saying, his words lost in an ocean of his own egocentricity.

"Yes, really inspiring," Korra's lips thin into an awkward smile as she stumbles through what she deems a gracious dismissal, "However, I am afraid I must take my leave now, ambassador."

"Ah, yes. The Avatar's company is as pleasant as it is sought-after."

Korra bites the inside of her cheek to hide a grimace, "Thank you, my Lord. I look forward to meeting you again in the future."

The ambassador takes an obnoxious sip of his drink, "Oh, and do seek my company if you wish to hear more tips about earthbending, after all I once was a..."

The droning is swallowed by the buzzing of lively guests as soon as Korra steps away.

She nods to some familiar faces on the way to the buffet table, schooling her features into an expression she wishes could convey her desire of not wanting to be approached. She sighs in relief when she is able to reach the punch bowl, a swirling coral colour, the same shade of Asami's lipstick.

"Hiding already?"

Korra wills herself to face another stuffy politician or worse, some stuffy politician's trophy wife, but instead she is greeted by the welcomed sight of a red dress and a radiant smile.

"Asami!" she fumbles, feeling heat collect on her cheeks after her recent thoughts about her girlfriend, "Aren't you supposed to be entertaining your investors?"

"They can survive without me for a moment. I thought I would come and see how my amazing girlfriend is feeling, hiding all the way to the buffet table."

"You know me," Korra says and tries desperately to move her eyeline up from Asami's hips to her face, praying Asami won't notice, "I can never say no to more food."

"Mmm." Lifting her glass to her lips, Asami's expression changes, smirking in the way Korra has learnt to fear.

"You never told me what you think about my new dress."

Korra blushes, floundering and thinking about how good it looks on her.

"Great!" Cheeks flaming, she yanks her chin up and fixes her eyes blindly on an undefined spot over Asami's shoulder.

"So, you like it?"

"You look amazing in red," Korra forces in a strangled voice, "You always do."

"Mmm."

"Asami," Korra barrels forward and there's a breathlessness in her voice she can't mask, "Have you been trying all this time to distract me? Or did I imagine those... those?" she waves a hand in a vague gesture.

"Is it working?" one of Asami's chiseled eyebrow rises.

"...maybe?"

Asami inches closer, forcing her backwards until Korra feels the bump of the table.

"I see," Asami's smirk makes her spine tingle, "So, right now, in this dress... do you think I look... snazzy?"

Korra's embarrassment washes away in a cloud of ruffled groaning.

"Asami..." she moans, eliciting an amused chuckle from her girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, dear. But it was too good of an opportunity to let it pass."

Korra grouses a bit more and Asami presses a kiss to her cheek, careful not to leave a lipstick stain, "Don't think I forgot about your little training stunt this afternoon."

The mood eases into something more familiar as Korra wraps her arms around Asami's waist, welcoming the touch and the fondness, "You're lucky I love you."

"Ooh, you love me," Asami cheekily repeats, hands interlocking behind Korra's neck, "And do tell me, am I being a distraction right now?"

Korra smiles as she brings their lips together.

How would one write a realistic argument?

How to Write a Realistic Argument

Everyone argues.

Whether it be with a friend, sibling, parent, or coworker—arguments usually break out whenever there’s a stark contrast in opinion over certain things, which can happen a lot.

There are a variety of different kinds of arguments involving a wide range of people with different tempers. Because of this, writing arguments can be a bit difficult, but fear not, for this post is here to help!

1. Know The Writing Style of an Argument

For a very serious argument, the characters probably won’t stop and listen to what their opponent has to say.

It’s quick, choppy, and broken—each character shoving their emotions at one another and trying to get their point across without bothering to understand the other side’s opinions.

There should be a lot of em-dashes and italicized words for emphasis, and if it’s between two people, you want as few speech tags as possible; because there’s going to be a lot of back and forth, speech tags can serve to trip up the flow of the argument rather than help them.

When you do want speech tags or if there are multiple people arguing at once here’s some examples you can use:

Roared

Screamed

Yelled

Bellowed

Barked

Hissed

Shouted

Accused

Interrupted

Growled

Snarled

Spat

Screeched

Shrilled

But you also must know that your characters won’t just be standing stock still and yelling at one another; they’re going to be moving around, so here are some things you can describe your character doing during an argument

Expression contorting

Eyes narrowing

Speaking through clenched teeth

Baring their teeth

Lips twisting (into a sneer/into a snarl)

Hands balling into fists

Trembling

Breaking things/knocking stuff over

Pointing accusingly

Shoving

Spittle flying from their mouth

Stamping their feet

Face getting hot

Vein in forehead popping

Blood roaring in their ears/heart pounding

And if you want, to build tension you can put it in a dangerous place, like at the edge of a cliff or something—so you know fully well that if one of them goes too far it may end up with the other’s accidental death.

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