not another freaking ATLA vampire fic... ad lib!

Katara slunk into a chair, lolled her head over the arm rest like a broken doll, and said, “Can I kill something tonight, or are we gonna starve quietly again?”

( And how. )

here have something shiny

Thanks, buffyx, for pointing me to this hilariousness. It made my evening.


"And to Jerry, the Kim Jong-il of this nefarious culinary cabal: you must step down, for in this process you have lost not just half your body weight, but two thirds of your soul."