makocoolunderfire:

pro-tearbender:

Welcome to Bromotions Week, a week to celebrate everything about the brotherly relationship between our boys from the school of hard knocks! Bromotions Week will take place Sunday, August 12th - Saturday, August 18th, with a new theme/prompt every day to get your creative juices flowing. That means you’ve got a little over two weeks to brainstorm and plan.

Here are the daily themes:

• Day 1: Alone
• Day 2: Triad
• Day 3: Heirloom
• Day 4: Scars
• Day 5: Link
• Day 6: Tradition
• Day 7: Mix

Interpret them however you please, and use whatever kind of media you want! Fic, art, vid, graphics, song, interpretive dance, you name it! The number one goal is to have some fun. The number two goal is to make everyone cry from the bro feels.

Hannah (slack-tension) and I (tsp-capacity/pro-tearbender) are here if you guys have any questions. Otherwise, we’ll see you August 12th for a whole week of brotherly love.

{Claire, Caz. Fucking look at this shit right here. WE ACTUALLY HAVE A WEEK. }

[[ This is the most brilliant thing- I’m totally coming back for this! ]]

Update About my RP Future Here; Just In Case You Missed It

diginandstrike:

[[ There is literally no point in me being on this blog since I have nearly everything Korra-related tumblr savior’d. I’m sorry, I just. The more I think about this show, the sadder I get at how everything was crap and Bryke completely sold out.

Which basically brings me to- I don’t think I’ll be doing much interacting or rping. I’ll be staying for the RP world I’ve built with Sab and Allie since canon destroyed everything I love and has no substance. My RP characters, though, I like to feel are rather deep and their relationships are being explored slowly and fully. They have facets and dimensions, unlike the show. 

So basically, my point is that I will not be starting any new rps. Only in special occasions. New threads will be very special, because I do not know how to play canon Bo. This is not me complaining or asking for anyone to come out of the woodwork and compliment my writing (which makes me blush and flail and is greatly appreciated but it’s not what I’m asking for). I am simply saying that I cannot get into the show!Bolin’s head because there is nothing there. Or at least, nothing that I can grab onto. If there’s depth, then I suppose I just don’t see it or feel it.

There are many fantastic Bolins around (such as this amazing guy), I’m certain that I will not be all that missed. I enjoyed all my asks and interactions and threads, but I have no motivation outside of my RPCanon.

I’m also stopping my Lin just because I can’t feel the Korra world at all, and because I’ve been so disillusioned I’m staying backed off Azula as well.

Which means I’ll basically be back to one active muse, which is good because I don’t have all that much energy to extend myself all over the place xD If I have another way to interact with you lovely people, whether in the Avatar fandom or not, I’ll let you know :) ]]

[[ Just in case you missed this the first time I posted and you thought I died or something xD 

Nothing new- I’m still not here. I did reply to Asami (even though I fell off the face of the earth and have some serious groveling to do ;n; aaaand I can’t link to my post with this theme but it’s on my frontpage xD), and I’m still planning on replying to Mako, but that’s the extent of it. 

I’ve heard that there are more books coming out? I’m not sure, but either way I won’t be watching so I actually won’t be able to RP anyway.

I’ve had great memories and moments on here! But as with everything in life, one must move on. <3 ]] 

skoochythevagabond replied to your post: Skoochy chuckled lightly, “You know, Bo, whenever you say it’s gonna be sunny it always rains.” He gripped the older boy’s shirt, pressing himself as close as he could for maximum body warmth, and closed his eyes, though he was still awake. There was a game they played, on nights like these, called ‘Happy Dream,’ where they tried to convince each other that it wasn’t their dreams keeping them awake. “So I dreamed of heaping bowls of pipin’ hot noodles. What about you?” Skoochy asked Bolin.

eeeeee thank you!!!! :D *hugs*

<3333 Sorry, I haven’t been on in like a week xD 

Bolin laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “Well, at least I’m consistent,” he offered with an edge of teasing in his tone. Adjusting himself, both arms wrapped around the younger boy and his back relaxed against the wall.

Part of him still felt guilty for waking his sleeping companion, but the rhythm felt familiar enough to ease the after-effects of the nightmares away. And now, in the waking moments, he could shape his night terrors into what he wished he could dream about. 

“Well… hm… lemme remember,” he replied softly, breathing evening out and trembling vanishing from his limbs. “Noodles are a good one, man. But I saw turtle ducks.” That surprised him- usually it was harder. But they came to mind easily. “Feeding them, and it really was a sunny day.”

Wake Me Up

mako-coolunderfire:

diginandstrike:

The weight on his shoulder, in his arms, felt different. Not that they had ever been shy in terms of physical affection, but there was an edge of responsibility to it now that he was unaccustomed to. But it wasn’t unwelcome- in fact, for all it felt strange, he enjoyed it. Enjoyed doing something in return, finally, instead of leaning on Mako the way he had all his life.

But then they fell into a far more familiar rhythm, one that Bolin couldn’t talk his way around. Not Mako- not that he’d ever wanted to. But his brother was suffering from worry and sleeplessness and it felt terribly selfish to take anything from him in this state.

That gaze, though, couldn’t be denied- and neither could that tone. “I’m f…” fine, he had to say it. His eyes fell and his throat tightened, and the word wouldn’t come. It was stuck, dying on his lips- he had to find something closer to the truth.

“Just once in a while,” he offered weakly. It was close enough- not that he spent every night awake, but it was a little bit more than once in a while. Still, it had enough truth to it to bolster him to continue.

“It’s not a big deal, really- Just… worrying a little bit. But it’s not like anything happened and usually I have Pabu and he helps because I’m not alone and-“

Bolin wondered if he’d said too much. There was space between them, but Mako’s arms were still on him and that weight was heavy enough without meeting his brother’s gaze. He’d be undone if he did that.

“-and it’s okay.” 

He stared at him. Long and silent, and as observant as ever. He searched, for what he wasn’t entirely sure but nonetheless he continued even as he talked.

“It is a big deal, I mean…if you don’t tell me. How am I supposed to look out for you? If you don’t want to then…it’s a big deal. At least to me it is.” He paused and furrowed his brow, his voice lowering in concern. “We’re bro’s, we’re supposed to tell each other everything.” That’s how it was and how it always had been, when had that changed? Had he done something?

He knew he had been preoccupied with probending but it had been for them. He dropped his arms from his brother, that was no excuse. He was trying his best to believe Bolin when he said that it was okay, but he wouldn’t even look at him. Did he resent him for not quite being there as much as he could? For not noticing? What was going on in his head? 

Well he was going to find out.

“Worrying about what? You can tell me Bo.” He was awake now, and this wasn’t going to be avoided anymore.

Bolin bit his lip, rubbing his arms after Mako’s weight left them- the absence of contact leaving him suddenly cold in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. He didn’t hide things from his brother- that wasn’t how they were and Bolin knew that. It was just difficult; Mako had his own worries, and he could just act as a silent listener like Pabu.

“I know, I know,” Bo agreed, nodding his head and still not meeting his brother’s gaze. He wanted to maintain some measure of composure, because his worries were just a feeling. Nothing concrete had given him pause for concern, just a vibe. 

“Nothing happened I just…” Shuffling his foot against the floor, he swallowed and tried to sort out his words in his mind. “… I just have a bad feeling. What if… what if something happens? What if those Equalist guys gain traction? What if we don’t make it, what if something happened to you-“

That was, essentially, the root of it. Things were okay as long as Mako was there- they’d be alright. But without him, Bolin wasn’t sure what he’d do, and for the past few weeks, his thoughts had been mired in that possibility. 

“I’m sorry,” he stuttered, realizing that he was on the edge of bringing up bad memories. “-I just wake up sometimes and I… I have to remind myself that I’m not alone.” 

Vanilla Twilight

asami—sato:

diginandstrike:

Bolin kept his breathing even. Though fatigue dragged at his eyes, he was more than certain that sleep would not come. At least, not for a long while. Not until his body rebelled and the few hours he managed to get would be thick and dreamless and serve to only make him tireder.

The glass was warming under his body heat, and he knew he should move. The coldness helped. Sometimes, it was a splash of water to the face, or a soaked towel. It cleared his mind, and that set him at ease. Being groggy meant that in battle, you were as good as dead. Not that he was fighting now- but knowing that helped in calming his racing heart.

This time, though, the addition of another voice startled him out of his calming-down routine, and in the process of shifting his head, Bolin’s flinch caused him to smack resoundingly against the window. He paid it no heed, turning sharply on his heel to find the source of the disturbance-

-Oh. Oh, that made sense. It was Asami- because this was her house and they were there to stay safe. No Equalists, no Amon with his hand of doom. 

Just a rather special girl that he realized was seeing him at his worst.

As he recovered from his surprise, he didn’t know whether to apologize, to blush, or to save face. She was an amazing friend who’d given them the chance to be great in the world of pro-bending and given them a home when they’d lost theirs again. 

“A-Asami!” His whisper was rough and shaky and he tried for a grin. He would have crossed the hallway if he was confident in his ability to do so. As it was, he simply leaned against the window and tried for nonchalance.

“Sorry, did I wake you? I’m- er- going back to bed soon…” Which was a blatant lie but the best he could come up with. She didn’t need to hear about things he should have been able to deal with by now. And everyone else didn’t need to hear either. 

He clearly was not alright.

Maybe she wasn’t an expert yet at entertaining real house guests, but it was a skill she’d learn - was already learning as she worked through the hiccups and made the transition as smooth and easy as possible. But she was an expert at reading people, at knowing when a smile was false because it didn’t reach a person’s eyes, at knowing when they were uncomfortable. Usually it was combined with a certain inherit grace in handling the situation to put her guests at ease.

It came in handy now. Being able to navigate that hallway that he couldn’t, climbing the stairs and placing a cool hand on his tricep, manage the smile that failed to touch his own lips when she said, “It’s okay. You didn’t wake me.” No, she’d been up through the night, just for vastly different reasons than he.

Something had upset him. Given his enthusiasm about being on the estate at all, she highly doubted it was the comfort of his bed or the scent of the sheets or the drape of the curtains. It was something else, something deeper…

Something she wasn’t going to pry into unless he opened up.

Rather, that palm smoothed lower, curling around the inside of his elbow gently when she suggested, “I was going over the menu for the next week. Would you like to help me? We could have some tea, and I’d love your input. You know what you and your brother like to eat…” And just how much which was usually the sticky issue.

Taking his mind off of whatever horrors lurked in those shadowed corners seemed the best route to peace for another night. If neither of them got to bed, so be it. She could hardly complain about his company.

“That’s a relief,” he replied honestly, grinning to the fullest extent he could while trying not to flinch at the feel of her fingers on his arm. It helped that Asami was just so gentle. Not weak- never weak; she exuded an aura of quiet strength that impressed the earth bender. But her touch was light and soft and entirely different from the hands that haunted his nightmares. 

Bolin nodded- he’d never had something so concrete to distract him before, and it made sense for it to help. Twice, in fact, he’d tried to sneak into the gym, but both times Toza had caught him and the man’s glare was enough to send Bo running back for the safety of the attic. So something to occupy his thoughts was more than welcome. 

“Yeah,” he whispered, trying to infuse his tone with as much energy as possible while staying hushed. “I can certainly help!” It was a difficult balancing act, especially in this state, but with her watching it was easier. It was always easier with an audience, so with renewed gusto, Bolin planted his other palm on the wall and lifted himself fully.

Pulse slowing, legs holding up and only a momentary dip in his smile, Bolin was standing. To make sure that Asami didn’t further think something was wrong, he found his grin again and gently patted the hand on his elbow. 

“Lead the way, Madame?” He whispered, his fingers lingering on hers perhaps a little longer than was appropriate- but it was the only thing he allowed himself. The simple point of contact anchored him to the present, and to her, and Asami’s company was preferable even on the best day. 

[[ Sorry guys, I know I need to write- I’m going to try to hit you back a little later, I’m not feeling too great today <33 ]]

Bolin accommodated by shifting his weight and wrapping an arm around the other boy. He was never shy with hugs; there was no reason to be. Blankets were scarce and beds were something you couldn’t even dream about. So hugs had their place, and he loved giving them.

He smiled lightly. Skoochy had bought it, and it appeased his protective instincts. There was no sense in saying that he couldn’t get the sight of dancing embers from his eyes some nights. 

It was cold- he shivered lightly, tightening his hold to offer more warmth to be shared between them, head resting on the top of the other boy’s. “You should sleep,” Bo murmured, trying to wonder what Mako might do to make that happen. “It’s going to be sunny tomorrow. I know it. You can’t take advantage if you stay up too late.”

Vanilla Twilight

asami—sato:

diginandstrike:

Bolin had thought they’d stopped.

For weeks after his run-in with the Equalists, every night ended abruptly somewhere around two or three in the morning, sitting bolt upright in bed and trying to wrestle shaking limbs into some sort of order. His breathing was thin as his chest rattled, and the first thing he did was search out the window. Over time, he’d gotten quite good at hiding it from Mako; there was no sense in them both losing sleep, and as the championships drew closer, he’d become more and more focused on winning and meeting the goal they’d been working towards for years. So much so, that he’d actually made tensions worse on the team, leaving Bo to smooth everything over.

Especially now that they had a sponsor- The memories came back to him, the muffled cry dying in his throat. He wasn’t with the equalists, nor was he in the gym’s attic. Because they had a sponsor. A sponsor that had graciously opened her home to the brothers who once again lost theirs in an attack.

That must have triggered him again. Over the weeks of trying to dive into practice and promote peace between the two other feuding members of his team, both too stubborn in their ways to conceded to the other’s style, the nightmares had eased off, and for a short blissful time, he’d actually gotten sleep.

Now he moved to swing his legs over the edge of the bed, and shaking hands were held up for inspection. The rope burns had lasted for the first few days, marring his wrists and cutting across his arms- they hadn’t worried about being gentle. The bruises that had marked his losing that initial fight were gone like the red marks, and all that was left of the encounter was a little jagged dull pink line across the side of his hand, and the trembling.

Once he was certain that his knees would hold out for a brief walk, Bolin leveraged himself up. He needed to find a window; anything that would let him see stars and sky and building lights- any distraction from the image of airships smashing through his ceiling, or dull grey walls and metal bars he could not bend.

There was one at the end of the hallway, if he remembered correctly. It was a few quiet footsteps (so as not to wake the house’s occupants) and a few feet of holding onto the wall before he arrived and was able to rest his forehead against the cool glass. The sensation anchored him to reality, and he breathed.

Asami was an expert at hosting parties. Arranging seating for everyone, decorating, making sure that the menu took into account their guests’ tastes, booking entertainment for any such occasion or hiring more servants to make sure no one went neglected throughout the festivities. The knowledge of just how to accommodate for last minute changes, for larger-than-expected crowds, for curveballs, all of that was part of her social repertoire.

This was nothing like a party.

Inviting her friends had seemed like a good idea - and more than that, the right idea. They were in need, and she had no reason in the world not to give from the bounty she had. What blessings were hers were hers to share, and who better than the first people she’d met who cared about her for her and not what she could do for them?

It had been one thing to get them situated in the house. Guest bedrooms were usually kept on hand, and all it had taken was overseeing a quick dusting and turn-down for beds to be ready. It was everything after that had crept up on her, like planning just how to accommodate three peoples’ ideas of when to wake up in the morning, what to serve for breakfast, just how much two ‘strapping young lads’ would eat at a given meal. How to set up a shower schedule to work around her father’s stricter business regimen, to make sure they had free run of the mansion without getting lost…

Suddenly, she realized how little details truly could make a difference. And as she stared at the menu for the next few days, complete with shopping lists required and serving sizes and a nip and tuck here and there in case Korra decided to join them, she was tired. It was well past bedtime, well past midnight and -

Wait. Had she just heard… footsteps?

One never could be too careful, and her self-defense lessons had always ever been in hopes that what happened to her mother would never happen again. With benders under their roof, it was all the more reason to be cautious, wary. She peeked her head out of the kitchen toward the bannister…

And promptly breathed an inward sigh of relief when it was just Bolin.

“Bolin,” she said, quietly, with a hand waving to catch his attention from where she still was tucked in that doorway. If he wanted to join her, all the better; they could actually keep things private, peaceful for the rest of the sleeping residents. “Is something wrong?”

Bolin kept his breathing even. Though fatigue dragged at his eyes, he was more than certain that sleep would not come. At least, not for a long while. Not until his body rebelled and the few hours he managed to get would be thick and dreamless and serve to only make him tireder.

The glass was warming under his body heat, and he knew he should move. The coldness helped. Sometimes, it was a splash of water to the face, or a soaked towel. It cleared his mind, and that set him at ease. Being groggy meant that in battle, you were as good as dead. Not that he was fighting now- but knowing that helped in calming his racing heart.

This time, though, the addition of another voice startled him out of his calming-down routine, and in the process of shifting his head, Bolin’s flinch caused him to smack resoundingly against the window. He paid it no heed, turning sharply on his heel to find the source of the disturbance-

-Oh. Oh, that made sense. It was Asami- because this was her house and they were there to stay safe. No Equalists, no Amon with his hand of doom. 

Just a rather special girl that he realized was seeing him at his worst.

As he recovered from his surprise, he didn’t know whether to apologize, to blush, or to save face. She was an amazing friend who’d given them the chance to be great in the world of pro-bending and given them a home when they’d lost theirs again. 

“A-Asami!” His whisper was rough and shaky and he tried for a grin. He would have crossed the hallway if he was confident in his ability to do so. As it was, he simply leaned against the window and tried for nonchalance.

“Sorry, did I wake you? I’m- er- going back to bed soon…” Which was a blatant lie but the best he could come up with. She didn’t need to hear about things he should have been able to deal with by now. And everyone else didn’t need to hear either. 

mako-coolunderfire:

“Mako this is a really cool fort! But…what’s…a hater?”

“Someone who’s not nice Bo they’re mean and rude…and…they’re just not nice!”

“Oh…okay. Can we have smores after this?”

“…Sure Bo, anything for you lil bro.”

Yo claire. This one is for you babe. I LOVE YOU LOOK FIRST TIME DRAWING AN OK BO

[[ iluMOAR kay. I give you ALL the love. ]]