god bless the art book
god bless the banana hammock
Hayley ruined my life
*fixed.. She *fixed your life :T
i promised myself i will reblog this everytime it shows up in my dash
Yes, yes good
Have some Korra Krew brotos (bro photos lol) in anticipation of season 2 (pigs will fly and Jesus will come again before we get an airdate ;_;).
In my head this happens right before they leave for the North Pole and they’re goofing around Air Temple Island with a prototype Future Industries camera (let’s just say they had a decent camera, I mean if they had life-altering plastic surgery).
The finished version of this sketch I posted a few days ago. I may have referenced some actual photos with friends for this, Also, I opted for sanity and screencapped the backgrounds.
Needed to doodle something. It’s been hours.
Title: The Pink Disaster
Word Count: 674
Summary: [Mako stares at the fabric in his hand, as if he could make it burst into flames just by doing that (and he could). But there wasn’t any time for this, Korra was waiting… | Mako. Korra. Fluff.]
birthday-fic for lauren – hope you like it! :)
“But it’s PINK!” Mako says, jabbing a finger at the tinted undershirt that hung from her fingers, as if she hadn’t already seen it. Korra shakes her head.
Finally finished it :)
Papa Mako cuddling his daughter <3
sorry idk how to color so I just slapped some texture orz and also PLEASE if you make a separate post of this pic, INCLUDE the source, thanks :)
Summary: (Welcome Home) It’s a strange life, but he supposes he wouldn’t give it up.
She leaves at night, her presence slipping through cracks in shoddy gutters and water stained walls. She’s quiet as she goes, and even when he wakes he never calls out to her. He knows it’s not his place.
She will be gone for a while, probably. Usually it’s a week. Sometimes a month or two. It gets lonely without her there. The house feels empty.