Adventure Is Out There.

thank you :) I have soft spot for drawing Zuko with long hair. I think it’s my inner 5 year old that wants to braid it and put ALL of the cool hairclips in it :D

speaking of which...

Piper: You don’t have a phone.

Hazel: No, I don’t have a phone, but you could have sent an electronic letter. It’s called an email.

Piper: Yeah. Do you have a computer?

Hazel: No. What for?

Model: Theresa Fractale

Photographer: Lillian Liu

please, don’t love me like this.

first of all, from a narrative standpoint i like that their relationship memories are fake. it actually lends itself to some real and deep drama that raises questions about what creates a meaningful relationship. 

if rick had chosen to explore and show the characters having serious doubts about their relationship while also wanting to be close to each other and seeking comfort from each other bc they’re under such high stress, oof that could have been beautiful

then, after they defeat gaea (or whoever) and things die down, they could seriously talk to each other about their relationship and dun dun dun break up! (we’re in toa territory now)

they decide that it doesn’t vibe with them that their romantic relationship was founded on lies and they want to figure out if they can even be friends first

then begins an iconic friends to lovers arc where they learn to spend time with each other and just enjoy each other’s company. they form a bond on their mutual respect and admiration, their shared experiences, and what they actually have in common. 

“i don’t want you to be roman, i want you to be piper”

To me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular great painter of all time, the most beloved. His command of colour, the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world - no-one had ever done it before. Perhaps no-one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived. 

47. “I’m only important when you need something from me.”

“So you weren’t going to tell me you got a new girlfriend?”

Jason should have seen this conversation coming. The second he posted the picture of him at the alumni dinner with Kate, he should have anticipated the questioning, the scrutiny, the anger.

With a sigh, he nervously drums his fingers against the table. “We’re not dating, Pipes,” he says wearily. “She’s just a friend.”

Piper’s quiet reply is, “Bobby said you guys are dating. It’s just really insulting and hurtful and honestly rude for me to find out through Bobby.”

Fuck. “Bobby is wrong. I definitely would know if I was dating Kate.” Usually, Jason would shut his mouth, plead for forgiveness, but why should he ask for forgiveness? Why is he sorry? He has nothing to hide; Kate isn’t his girlfriend. Sure, they’ve gone on dates, but he doesn’t owe Piper an explanation. She broke up with him long ago. So instead of staying silent, he asks, “Why does it matter to you, anyway? I’m genuinely curious. We agreed that we should be friends and I assumed you would be happy for me if I got into a relationship, which I’m not in one.”

The silence on the other line is deafening. After several moments, Piper says weakly, “I just thought we were close enough that you’d tell me. I thought we were friends.”

Her voice is like poison, but Jason’s drank poison before. He can swallow this, too. “We are friends, but you can’t keep stringing me along.”

“Stringing you along?” Piper repeats. “What are you talking about?”

“Gods, Pipes.” Jason runs a hand through his hair and he can feel his throat burning as he takes every punch of hers, like always. “Yes, we’re friends because you decided to be. We have sex when you decide to. I can’t keep waiting around for you. I need to try and find my own happiness.”

The hurt is clear in Piper’s voice when she asks, “What exactly are you insinuating, Jason?”

He decides to swallow the poison. “I’m only important when you need something from me.”

Jason only feels the burn when he hears a quiet click and the line goes dead.

49. “Don’t look at me! I’m a mess!” + 50. “I love it when you’re a mess!”

In Hollywood, the first year of marriage is portrayed as light, breezy, and sexy. A fairytale romance. That coupled with a hot spouse should entail nothing but perfection, right?

Wrong. Nothing in Piper’s life is light, breezy, and sexy. She’s either on the verge of death or thinking about the verge of death.

Or in this case, she has a newborn and she’s half-dead because she hasn’t slept or showered for what feels like a million years.

Piper was named for her lungs and her ability to scream as a newborn. When Tristan came to visit his grandson in the hospital, he looked up at the new parents with a sympathetic, pained look on his face as Tommy started to cry and said, “Oh, he’s definitely got Piper’s lungs.”

If Piper had a choice, she would wade through the pits of Tartarus instead of waking up every hour to rock her crying baby back to sleep. This is her version of Hollywood’s first year of marriage and she wants a refund. (Or to go back in time to throw a box of condoms at Jason’s head before he knocked her up.)

After finally laying Tommy down to sleep, Piper decides it’s her turn to shower (seriously, there’s baby vomit in her hair) when Jason asks tiredly, “Can that wait? I haven’t held you in ages.”

Cuddling her husband is almost too tempting right now—he hasn’t had the energy to shave, resulting in stubble on his jaw that she wants to kiss, and his sweatpants lay low on his hips. She just wants to run her hand down his chest and—

Stop it. He is dangerous. These thoughts are how you get pregnant again. Do you want two children under the age of one?!

“No, I haven’t showered in two days and I have vomit in my hair.” Jason raises his eyebrows as if what she just said isn’t an issue. “I will cuddle you after my shower. Don’t look at me! I’m a mess!”

“I love it when you’re a mess!” is Jason’s whispered reply as she heads towards their bathroom, only blowing her a kiss when she flips him off.

Some fairytale marriage this is, Piper thinks to herself, but she wouldn’t want it any other way.

91. “I’m not kissing you in the rain! We’ll catch our death!”

“So... Whoever said it never rained in LA is a complete liar.”

That makes Piper laugh and the sound reverberates against Jason’s side. She’s pressed against him under the tiny awning of the coffee shop, her arms crossed as she peers up at the sky. “It usually doesn’t,” she says defensively. “I just... didn’t check the weather.”

Jason raises an eyebrow. He knows if he moves just half an inch forward, he’ll be caught in the downpour. “The clouds didn’t worry you at all? I said something about them.”

Piper huffs, “Clouds are normal for June. It’s called June gloom for a reason.”

Any sane person would expect rain with such dark clouds, but Piper insisted that she’s lived in LA for years, she knew when it was going to rain. Not. Now they’re stuck under a tiny awning in the middle of Santa Monica, her car several blocks away. They’re without an umbrella and judging by hard the rain is, their thin jackets won’t protect them much. This is a cold waiting to happen.

But Piper looks so cute, arms crossed and nose scrunched up, Jason’s almost tempted to venture out.

So that’s what he does. He doesn’t care that the raindrops cling to his glasses or that his jacket doesn’t have a hood—the look on Piper’s face is worth it. He looks back at her as she calls out, “What are you doing, idiot?”

He holds out his arms. “Come here and kiss me.”

Her eyes widen. “I’m not kissing you in the rain! We’ll catch our death!”

Jason feigns offense. “You don’t want to kiss me?” he demands over the rain.

Piper looks up at the sky and mutters something that sounds a lot like, “This fool.” She surges forward, squealing as she steps into the storm, closing the distance between them as she presses her chest flush to his, her hands like fire as they cup his cheeks. “You hopeless romantic,” she mumbles, her wet hair sticking to her face as she leans in to kiss him.

Liper - a Leo Valdez x Piper Mclean  playlist + edits

Hunter Hayes - Still Fallin’

Phillip Phillips - Gone, Gone, Gone 

Taylor Swift - Cornelia Street

Taylor Swift - How You Get The Girl

BANNERS - Someone To You

Safety Pin - 5 Seconds Of Summer

Hunter Hayes - Storm Warning

Gavin DeGraw - She Sets The City On Fire