He’s always grateful for the chance to give humans his time when he performs, and though he’s grateful in turn for their attention, they give him no greater blessing than the night the show ends and he realizes the masses are chanting his name…not hers.

Your Defense Mechanism is Sublimation


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He was empty before he slipped into the cage, waiting for the power to come and reclaim him until the darkness fled and he burst free from the steel bars rigged to spring, becoming The Avatar and accepting the mantle, both dark and light, that the wildly applauding hands of the audience laid across his shoulders.

NOTE: Stephanie is effiecat and used with permission and love, Channing is what_its_not and mine to do with as I see fit. :P

“No!! Damn it, you two, I’m gonna stomp a mudhole in your butts and walk it dry, we ditched the jetè after the backflip! Do it right!!”He tried as hard as he could to stifle the laugh that bubbled up, but he was caught as Stephanie spun around ( Read more... )

Channing's being fucking mean to me. Make her stop.

[This is really happening.

Is it warped that this shit's scaring me more than the building implosion? Yeah, I think I'm gonna go over here and panic now...]

None of Your Needs Are Being Met


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[Now I gotta learn to dance...]