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This is mainly a Homestuck blog with quite a bit of Madoka Magica, Supernatural, Sword Art Online, Doctor Who, Avengers, writing stuff, and assorted other fandoms.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor with massive editing by yours truly
Have some Korra Krew brotos (bro photos lol) in anticipation of season 2 (pigs will fly and Jesus will come again before we get an airdate ;_;).
In my head this happens right before they leave for the North Pole and they’re goofing around Air Temple Island with a prototype Future Industries camera (let’s just say they had a decent camera, I mean if they had life-altering plastic surgery).
The finished version of this sketch I posted a few days ago. I may have referenced some actual photos with friends for this, Also, I opted for sanity and screencapped the backgrounds.
Iroh II and Zuko, airbender!Iroh AU (at least I’m assuming it’s AU)
At first, everyone thought Prince Iroh was just a very poor firebender (or a “late bloomer,” as grandfather Zuko would furiously insist.) He could only move flame through the air for short distances before it went out, and he couldn’t start his own at all, but he could do some things. He could make fires grow and put them out, he could hold the burning leaf as long as anyone his age, and he excelled at meditating with candles.
Give it air to make it grow, suffocate it to make it shrink. He couldn’t feel the heartbeat of the fire, but he could feel it breathe, and firebending came from the breath, right?
It wasn’t until he was six and, in a fit of frustration during a bending lesson that he just couldn’t master, he let out an angry puff of breathe that knocked his tutor right over. His mother was shocked and his tutor seemed scandalized, and as he listened to them argue he became more and more afraid that he’d done something very wrong. It was several hours later when his grandfather came and found him hiding in the gardens. Grandfather Zuko could be crabby and stern, but he was infinitely gentle that day when he took Iroh’s face in his hands and kissed his forehead and said “you are a child of my house and you will always be treasured and loved. Never, ever doubt that.”
I’m sorry, but the mats behind Tenzin…
CAN’T. UNSEE.
all in favor of taking mitt romney’s bending away
I’M JUST LETTING EVERYONE KNOW THAT THIS IS A THING THAT EXISTS
YES.
(Source: fuckinstormborn)
(Source: hua-cha)
Early morning swim <3
I fell completely in love with this water tribe tattoo design and 2 layers of henna (about 4 hours total) later, it’s mine for the summer! Yay!
I interrupt this hiatus for this sexy Korra cosplayer. This is also now my headcanon and no one can tell me otherwise.
Am I kicked out the fandom yet?
I FUCKING LOVE YOU SARA!
only because of the end omg
GOOD
Headcanon; Korra’s got some serious water tribe tattoos she’s hiding underneath her shirt.
Maybe she should take it off for Asami to see.
How Book One: Air should have ended.
They told us it was a kids show…
THEY LIED
Mama Toph playing the Papa role. Who knows, maybe she had to be both for little Lin
HEADCANON ACCEPTED
SO FUCKING ACCEPTED
“H-How long do you think you can keep this thing going for?” Lin risked a whisper, sparing Tenzin a fearful glance. He continued to stare at the rampaging Earthbender, cringing as she stomped an angry foot on the ground, causing the house to shake.
“Not much longer…” He hissed back, concentrating very hard on keeping the ball of air off the floor for as long as he could. Lin gulped.
“Well, Twinkletoes, if I go down, you’re going down with me.” She muttered, squeezing her eyes shut as the ball of air gave out. The two children collapsed onto the tile with a thud, and Toph whirled around instantaneously.
“If it isn’t my darling daughter.” She drawled menacingly, saunteering over to the shaking pre-teens.
“H-Hi Mother…” Lin responded meekly. There were only a few things in the world that could scare Lin Beifong, and her mom was one of them. Luckily, she had Tenzin with her-
She reached to grab his hand, but it wasn’t there.
The little bastard had bolted.
