|"SAIKHAN, MY TUMMY TICKLES."|
" Why are you telling me?"
I was looking through the Lin folder of icons that i have on my computer that were all made by Sarah for Lin, and I’m fucking dying
I think I’m going to reblog more homestuck now
Since we’re all reminiscing about ye olden fandom days, I’m wondering:
- how many of you guys were actually on tumblr for the Book 1 premiere?
- were you ATLA fans before LoK, or did you go in knowing nothing?
- when did you start shipping your main LoK ship, if you ship any?
Me! I’ve been on tumblr since 2011- but I got into Korrra like two weeks before it officially aired on televsion, and I made this blog on June 2nd, 2012- it’s going to be two years old this June. Before this I had a Tenzin blog, that I made… hmmm I don’t remember exactly when
but yeah. He was an AU Tenzin who had given up his bending to protect his kids
he was a sweetie
yes I was, but not nearly as much as I am now.
The day I made this blog. Like, that was the day I realized it was a thing I could ship, and I wasn’t the only one who thought Saikhan and Lin might be an interesting pair. It was the Saturday night after When Extremes Meet aired that I made this blog, with the same url and
this as my icon
thats also the night I first started rping with Sarah
thats my story
— (via coiling)
|"Drawing actually sounds nice." At the very least it would give her something productive to do. "Please?"|
" Sure." Saikhan rose quickly from his seat on the couch next to her, straightening his boxers absently as he stood. It was a hot night, and so he’d foregone the clothes he’d gone out in earlier for only the boxers underneath and a light shirt, that he found himself tugging off absently as he made his way towards the bedroom.
A few minutes later he returned, sans shirt and with a pack of pencils and one of Lin’s many sketchbooks in hand. He grinned at her as he moved to sit back next to her, and handed her the supplies.
" Any ideas in mind?"
|"That is some expensive jewelry."|
" It was a gift."
|"Uugh, yes." She sat up, leaning over against his sholder. "It doesn't help that I'm so /restless./ I feel like running a marathon. And breaking things. Neither of which i have the energy for."|
" Well, I could bring you something to bend." He suggested, trying to think about what they had in the cabin that he could haul out for her to bend. Or-
" I’ve got your sketchpads packed away in the bedroom. Want me to go get one for you?"
" Ah- 5’6, 5’7 on a good day."
" Why do you care, kid?"
“Don’t call me that.”
" What, kid?"