not even the rain, [A Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye fanmix for Pottercottage]
Warnings: Spoilers for absolutely everything. There is a lot of Col. Roy Mustang and Lt. Riza Hawkeye being amazing, so if your heart cannot handle that, I have given you fair warning.
Notes: This is a gift for the ever so lovely Pottercottage. The title is the end of an E. E. Cummings Poem “somewhere i have never traveled,gladly” Not in any particular order. Another AMV rec from Climbingonroofs/Hayaaateuh. 21 tracks total.
Contains: Washington, Vienna Tang, Metric, Dashboard Confessional, and more…
American Summer playlist
.oo Down in New Orleans - The Princess & the Frog Soundtrack
I SAY, SHIPPING HAS BECOME QUITE CIVILIZED.
OMG. NOWAYZ.
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No where near being done, but I got an idea, and had to run with it. Say hello to the ~Mild mannered~ Shipper: Who is the mild mannered shipper, you ask? Well, they're someone who finds the appeal in every ship. Even if they don't like it, they've figured out why someone else might. They may ship everything, or only one thing, but you can bet your ass they'll be positive about it. They're fucking classy~ bitch.
You can haz any banner you want. :D Requests will be considered by pairing/picture/slogan.
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寧三天不食莫一日無茶
“You can live without food for three days. But you cannot live without tea for one day.”
- Inscription on a sign in Iroh’s tea shop, The Jasmine Dragon.
Zuko wasn’t quite sure how long both Katara and Aang had been missing from the party, but he did notice when they finally walked back in, both blushing hotly.
Figures…
He glanced over at Uncle, who lifted a brow and poured himself another cup of tea, nodding over at the two who had walked back in. Zuko shrugged, although he suppose it should’ve been obvious to him sooner- he had been the one tracking Aang down for the last year. He said nothing however, as Mai was leaning over the table, and plucking the paintbrush from Sokka’s hands with a swift and practiced grace. She pulled out another sheaf of paper and dipped the brush in ink, ignoring Sokka’s cries of indignation as she began to paint the gang her way, which knowing Mai, was going to turn out a lot better for Zuko, if no one else.
At least he wouldn’t have bor-q-pine hair anymore.
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