come on, aang. freshman homework wasn’t hard at all.
Snowy; 22; ENTP; they/them
I should come with a warning label.
I love how tightly he seems to be gripping the staff. The expression on his face mirrors that tension. Its one of the last things he owns from his life 100 years ago, hand crafted specifically for his use, a piece of wood that reveals succinct memories— maybe learning to fly with his teachers and peers, or getting into trouble with his friends across the globe, even the simple freedom of watching a peaceful sky from above the clouds— and represents the thousands of others in all four temples that lost their flight in the genocide. By running he has incurred so much damage, but he recognizes that even the loss of this is meant to be. So he lets it go to ash.
Just a sketch - Korra and the air kids couldplay airball
AKA - it took over a lifetime but Aang finally found an airball team to play again T_T
i dare someone to find a more accurate and concise summary of aang than this:
Ozai: You’re weak! Just like the rest of your people. They did not deserve to exist in this world, in my world. Prepare to join them. Prepare to die!
“I wanted to do it. I wanted to take out all my anger at him. But.. I couldn’t. I don’t know if it’s because I’m too weak to do it—or if it’s because I’m strong enough not to.”
“I couldn’t shoot him. He’s the one who killed mom and dad. He tried to kill you and Al too, Ed. And yet, why couldn’t I…?”
“Your hands are not hands that kill others. They’re hands that give life to others.”