Budding Trees Part 6

kittenintheden:

Did someone say something about a Budding Trees update oh wait that was me. Here it is.

Black Star is a professional troll, pass it on. And yes, that is a Happy Gilmore reference. Also there are random interspersed alternate history Hawaii facts because I am a total Hawaii nerd in case you hadn’t noticed. Other than that, this is mostly transitional.

Previous chapters here

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Soul kicked at a bit of coral on the sand in front of him, dawdling. The Hawaiian meister had implied he could put a lid on this thing, and godsdamn it, that’s what he was going to do.

The beach was mostly quiet in the morning sunlight, but people were slowly starting to emerge. A pair of surfers had bolted by him already, diving into the blue water and popping up farther out, where they sat on their boards waiting for good waves. He’d been sprawled on the sand for a while now, long enough for a greenish-black honu to creep up on the beach for a rest. It blinked at him before shuffling itself back into the water and swimming away.

That’s what he needed. A shell. It might help protect him from the heat that set the blood in his body simmering.

With a grunt, he pushed himself to his feet. Maka was probably awake by now and wondering where the hell he’d gone. He couldn’t avoid her forever, so he might as well head back.

A pair of joggers slowed as they passed him on the other side of the road, staring openly. His hand went automatically to the edge of the scar peeking out from the scooped neck of his tank top, then to his hair. Living in Death City often made him forget how unusual he looked to civilians.

He flashed them a shark-toothed grin and felt pleased when one of them stumbled into the other and looked away. It helped banish some of the tightness in his gut.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of their motel room door. He swallowed.

It wouldn’t be a problem. He’d shut it away, just like everything else, and things would go back to the way they were. He had this.

His heart was stone. His face was neutral. His hands were steady.

The lock clicked and he pushed the door open. Maka’s head snapped up from where she stood sifting through clothes at the foot of her bed. Golden sunshine lit her hair and face as she smiled. Her overlarge sleep shirt dipped to one side, exposing a bare shoulder.

"There you are," she said. "I was waiting."

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runmonsterun:

everything is alright!

runmonsterun:

everything is alright!

kianaart:

aang’s first sweet tats

kianaart:

aang’s first sweet tats

tagged → #Aang #AtLA
alphahermit:

Day 1 of #Inktober and how can I not draw my queen?
Not 100% happy with it but it’s a place to start, either way I’m pumped for this month WOOT WOOT

alphahermit:

Day 1 of #Inktober and how can I not draw my queen?
Not 100% happy with it but it’s a place to start, either way I’m pumped for this month WOOT WOOT

marshofsleep:

[8:1]

“Merry Christmas, I’m in jail.”

Soul’s grating sigh crackles through the phone line. “Any other time I’d say this is cool, ‘cept you’ve stressed me the fuck out and the fact that I hear Black Star in the background doesn’t help.”

Maka shifts nervously from one foot to the other. “I’m really really really really sorr—”

“I want you to know if you ever do this again, I’m just gonna straight-up call your dad.”

“Mrrgh,” she concedes into the greasy payphone. In her meekest voice, she tries, “Will you come get me out?”

“Not like I have a choice. How much is bail.”
“A lot.”
“Just yours— I’m not paying for him.”
"…A lo—"

"Oh christ," he blurts, voice colored in anxious dread, "wwwhhhhhy is your face all over the TV? And next to my brother’s?”

She winces, shying away from the rest of the room, where her partner in crime is busy proclaiming to be the God of This Cell Block. “Um, well??”

“Stop. Nevermind. I don’t…” he sighs again. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“But! W-wait, we… we’re not exactly in Death City.”

A deathly silence rattles through the phone line and into her ear canal, heating her face with shame. “Oh, really.”

Maka sucks her lower lip between her teeth. Meanwhile, Black Star bursts out of his cell with the ease of a three-star meister being held captive by civilian law enforcement, casually tripping the panicked guards on duty to stroll to the phone. He plucks the receiver out of Maka’s hand and says, “Yeah sooooo San Fran’s a real drag. The police keep tasing me like it’s gonna hurt or something.”

“You’re in fucking Calif— Urgh, I hate you so much right now.”

“Hurry up man, nerdy-two-shoes won’t let me bust out ‘cause it’s ‘against the law’ or whatever.”

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next: [4:2] 

Track Title: No One's Here To Sleep (Feat. Bastille)

Artist: Naughty Boy ft Bastille

Album: Hotel Cabana

doctaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa:

Naught Boy ft. Bastille - No One’s Here to Sleep

tagged → #Bastille #music
lina-loves-you:

Today’s SoulMaka! *^^* It always makes me happy to draw them. They should be married <3

lina-loves-you:

Today’s SoulMaka! *^^* It always makes me happy to draw them. They should be married <3

Things I wish I knew when I started tumbling

gallifreyansquid:

karatam:

colsandbradders:

i am so slow

you can look at the posts on a certain day?

jfc

url.tumblr.com/day/2012/12/25 <- what you posted last christmas

omfg chRIST WHY DIDN’T I KNOW THIS BEFORE????

makes my fckn life EASIER

#WHY ISN’T THIS SHIT IN THE HELP SECTION

BECAUSE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING OF USE IS EVER IN THE HELP SECTION

I MUST SPREAD THE WORD TO MY FOLLOWERS

rica-art:

Happy (belated) birthday, burdge!!! I hope you had a great day!! :D
I know you like these two incurable idiots sooooo: TA-DAA!! All for you! Hope you like it!^___^
ps: thank you for being my idol since I was 16 &lt;3

rica-art:

Happy (belated) birthday, burdge!!! I hope you had a great day!! :D

I know you like these two incurable idiots sooooo: TA-DAA!! All for you! Hope you like it!^___^

ps: thank you for being my idol since I was 16 <3

Tatiana Maslany’s improvised moments from Orphan Black Season 2 (x)
↳ You never really know what Tatiana’s going to do. She does a lot of prep but I think she surprises herself too. – John Fawcett