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Like fr this time.
Just don't.
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skinnivanili · 4 months
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this year will either make or brake me.
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ecoamerica · 1 month
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Second Gen
I wrote a short Argyle fic, inspired by that amazing Surfer Boy headcanon. 
It’s on Ao3. And also below because I can’t get the Ao3 announcement to show up in the tag.
Rating: General
Type: Gen
Word count: 900
Is Jonathan mentioned? Yes!
Summary: His dad has a saying. The first generation creates the business; the second generation grows the business; the third generation drives it into the ground.
By business he means pizza. He also means money.
“Prove me wrong. Don't lose it,” his dad rumbles, in between big mouthfuls of hot sauce covered scrambled eggs and energetic slurps of black coffee. “God willing I’ll be dead by the time you're in charge, but I'll still be watching.”
In between careful bites of his own eggs, sunny side up on buttered toast, yolk drips here, there and everywhere but so worth it, a contemplative sip of orange juice, he thinks about what his dad said.
“But I'm the second generation,” he points out.
With a clatter of knife and fork, his dad stands up and leans over the table. He sniffs him, dubious. He sniffs, too, reflexively. 
Relax, he reminds himself. It's ok. It's only 7 a.m.
His dad thumps back into his seat and frowns. 
"Your brothers…They’re the second generation. Dependable. Hard-working. Sober.”
“Sober,” he agrees, trying not to sound depressed on their behalf. They’re so tense.
His brothers are fifteen and sixteen years older than him. They are, he has to admit, awfully responsible. All that working, and working and working. He doesn’t see much of them, though they all live in the family compound. When he does see them they ask about his grades, which could be, he's man enough to admit, better. Or they tell him to clean his room, it stinks. To turn down his music, it's bad. That he should go for a run; if he exercised he'd feel better about himself. He'd be capable of focus. He'd get better grades, clean his room, possibly develop better taste in music. He nods and smiles, promises his brothers he'll get on it right away. He buys a new pair of sneakers, a headband and wristbands. He visualizes himself running, running like a mustang, mane and tail streaming behind him. Then he gets tired and has to take a nap. 
It’s not that he purposely forgets, has some kind of agenda to thwart his brothers. He loves them. He agrees with them: he has room to improve. He hasn’t yet peaked. It's just that he's got a lot of other things on his mind.  
Burning Spear is in town next week, he has a mile high blondie recipe he's dying to try out, and there’s a new guy at school who seems like he needs a friend. He is so sad; it’s almost funny. Like, what can possibly make someone that sad?
Come to think of it, living with all of them is a bit like having three dads. Maybe he is the third generation and no one is telling him?
“Your brothers will grow this company. Expand it well beyond California. What will you contribute beyond ‘awesome' pizza names? Tomato Toile. Madrastic Margherita. Pepperoni Plaidness.” With each name his dad’s voice gets more basso, more indignant. Tidbits of green speckled egg shoot out of his mouth; they land on his plate but that’s not a problem. Circle of life.
“Pepperoni Plaidness," he marvels. "That’s amazing. How can I beat that?” He can picture it. Strips of pepperoni, slices of green and yellow peppers and red onions arranged in grids on a background of white cheese.
His dad is glaring at him. He recalibrates; hunches his shoulders and looks at him through his curtain of hair, soulful, sad puppy style. Please don't kick me. Like that little guy in shop class.
"That's hella harsh, duuu,” his dad is still glaring at him, "aaaaaddd." 
So he gets a job at Surfer Boy. "Wherever you think I'll fit," he says, magnanimous. A veritable Buddha. "I'm second generation, here to help. I want to learn the ropes. I want to grow me as well as the company - personally, professionally, whatever!”
He fits at the bottom. 
It's cool. He likes pizza. Eating it, driving it places, making it (though he's not allowed to do that yet; in fact, the staff tell him to stay well out of the kitchen until he's learned to braid his hair). Then there's talking to people about pizza - helping them make good pie choices. There are so many factors to consider: temperature and wind speed and cloud cover; breakfast, lunch, second lunch, snack, early or on time or late dinner or bedtime snack. Will it be eaten cold or hot? With beer or milk? The next day or the next week? He likes to help customers get out of their comfort zones; once or twice he's found someone who agrees they need to.
When he drives the van (it’s no Beemer or Benz, but it’s roomy and rides better than he expected: untapped potential) he likes to think of new pizza combinations. One especially productive afternoon he came up with Potitzza: Velveeta smothered french fries on a base of tomato sauce, thick crust probably needed. Guacizza: a mash of avocado, onion, jalapeno, lime juice, cilantro and chopped fresh tomatoes on a thin n' crispy, cheese-free shell. And the pièce de résistance: Salizza. Sun dried tomatoes, black olives and mozzarella with lettuce on top. How California is that?
Very. 
Competition has emerged. California Pizza Kitchen. Sure, it's only in Beverly Hills, but he's heard the rumors: BBQ Chicken Pizza. 
It's important to keep up. 
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mstrchu · 3 months
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girl help my friends keep trying to do things that will definitely make them insane
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bellwethers · 2 months
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Boo hoo did someone use spirit magic to blow up your factory?
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mumblesplash · 5 months
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i say if you’re gonna have the mysterious entities speak in rhyme you might as well commit (EDIT: part 2!)
(posting an unprecedented Part 1 of At Least 3 bc i actually have the entire script and most of the storyboarding for this done already)
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ecoamerica · 1 month
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ssalballoon · 4 months
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Mystra showed him the secrets beneath the veils. The gossamer veils first, draped across the Weave. The delicate veils next, draped across her body. 'Chosen One' she whispered, as she slipped them off completely.
poor gale :'(
- the dialogue is from ea gale's explanation about his folly
- i kinda like that she ended up looking like a mother-of-pearl inlay lacquerware!
- oh this was a subconscious choice, but Gale is sitting in seiza which is a posture for showing respect especially to elders. it's also known to be a painful position to sit in for extended periods of time, which is why it was sometimes used as a method of (morally dubious) punishment. however, experienced people can maintain this posture for much longer. food for thought :-)
- (edit: deleted this point bcs it didn't really make sense + detracted from the art a little;;)
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cliopadra · 5 months
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WE’RE GETTING A SEASON THREE!!!???!!!
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seancefemme · 1 year
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ellie & joel
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pineapple-frenzy · 1 month
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Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara
They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them
But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd
The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>
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egophiliac · 29 days
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IT WAS ERIC AFTER ALL!!!! I'm so glad we got to meet him (before Vil snaps him away with those Infinity Gauntlets) (can't wait to see what happens when we get the matching Infinity Tiara to go with them, there will be no survivors)
(sorry to be so slow/rough lately, just got a lot of stuff on the ol' brain at the moment! alas, if only I could spend all my time drawing incredibly stupid characters I mean I do but)
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wombywoo · 3 months
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aftercare ❤️‍🩹
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mydairpercabeth · 3 months
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One of the many things that had me sobbing in the show is how they made Zuko’s fleet the 41st division. Meaning the division he spoke up for, the division that earned him his scar, is the division he was assigned for his goose chase. Imagine how heartbreaking it is. AND THE TEAM DIDNT EVEN KNOW HE DID THAT FOR THEM. MY BOY WAS ALWAYS GOOD!!!
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petricorah · 2 months
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*azula's lightning going off in the background*
redrew this boiling rock scene taken by @sokkalore and @ultfreakme and then got distracted trying out new brushes
screencap under cut, ids in alt
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mugentakeda · 3 months
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couldnt stop thinking about this idea i had of lu tens spirit being tethered to his medal that zuko gave iroh at his funeral so hes now cursed to have a front row seat to all their life-threatening shenanigans without actually being able to do anything about it so hes the most stressed guardian spirit of all time
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mumblesplash · 5 months
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in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem
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