The power of control the four elements it isn’t all that she has ԅ(≖ω≖ԅ)
Snowy; ENTP; they/them
I should come with a warning label.
Nice one Anon! All the girls are really amazing, and this whole ship thing always make them look bitches.
Hope you like it!
EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND LOOK AT THIS PICTURE AND BURN IT INTO YOUR MINDS BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT ACCURATE PORTRAYAL OF CHARACTERS IS.
#AND BOTH OF THEM CAN TALK ABOUT HOW STUPID THEIR BOYFRIENDS ARE #and if you think that’s anti-bechdel #they can also talk about siblings and families #and Mai can tell Katara how to properly conduct herself at fancy Fire Nation restaurants #and Katara can teach Mai how to haggle in the markets #and they can both swap Fire Nation outfits #and they can talk about political situations and the Harmony Restoration Movement #and Katara can persuade Mai to look into helping impoverished Fire Nation villages #and Mai can teach Katara how to throw ice daggers WITHOUT guiding them with waterbending #and Katara can tell Mai all sorts of stories about her father’s adventures #and Mai can tell Katara about stupid things Zuko did #which brings them back to the boys #and reminds them that they’re waiting for them #but they forget that they exchanged outfits#and Zuko is incredibly turned on by Mai sporting the one-shoulder-bare-midriff look#and Aang accidentally snorts with laughter at Katara’s long sleeves #though he does think she looks really cute #both Mai and Katara shoot him judgmental looks #and he apologizes #Zuko sticks up for his buddy because he’s an idiot #and thus both of them are stuck carrying the girls’ bags home that night #THE END
The First Time I saw Your Eyes
Korra has just moved to Republic City, seeing herself forced to live with her uncle Tenzin.
Being transferred to her new school, she behaves so retadore and smug, until she approaches at her desk and, looking at her side, she finds a girl that can not stop looking … Asami.
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.