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comes back from the abyss to link to this slideshow 

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                                                                       « i was dead, then alive. weeping, then laughing. the power of love came into me, & i became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star. » - rumi // cared for by kylie. ( credit: x )

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( powerleader )

               ❝  i’ve  heard  it’s   b e t t e r   if  you  don’t  look  down  !  ❞   arms  adjust  around  the  girl  as  blossom  skyrockets  upwards   &   away  from  danger,   hovering  there  for  a  moment.    ❝  sorry  if  i  startled  you,   but  that  truck  was  headed  right  for  you.   you  okay  ?   ❞    

                                                                ‘DON’T ---- ?’   she gulps down that sick feeling but it comes back as soon as her eyes dart down ( the very place she was told not to look ) & rapidly up again. She holds tighter to the other girl’s body, though it’s barely bigger than her own - how is this happening to me right now? - for dear life & presses her eyelids together with such force that she sees pinpricks of light like stars ... or perhaps that’s the lack of oxygen, is she breathing? Breathe, Katara.    ‘I’m f--- f----- fine,’   she manages, eyes still locked shut.

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( whiskyd )

                  ❝  try again , ❞  her words are clipped , short , and while she watches the girl with a serious expression on her face ——— her tone is not un - kind.  ❝  you’re too fluid , katara  ;  your movements are too soft , too elaborate … they do not translate well with the  SWAMP.  try this … ❞  persephone steps forward , standing directly behind the girl  &&  placing one hand on each wrist , directing her movements so that they remained  rigid , and  stiff , even as she shifted position.  ❝  it’ll be  difficult.  this style is very different , from what you’ve known your entire life. you’ll need to practice.  ❞     

                                                         SHE SIGHS, arms falling rather gracelessly to her side as, once again, she fails to cause so much as a twitch in the vine sitting limply on the ground before her. There’s WATER here - she can feel it - but she cannot connect with it as she would ... literally anywhere else. There’s something about the energy in this place that’s making focus difficult, & the difference in technique isn’t helping either. With a deep-set frown, she allows her arms to be manipulated; she attempts to memorize the feel of it, the weight, the speed ...   ‘Alright,’   she murmurs,   ‘I think I’ve got it.’

     She takes a breath, calms her mind, summons the energy buried inside of her gut, & moves. RIGID, stiff, not soft. There’s a tremor in the vine, a twitch, a wiggle. 

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( palmburnt )

      ❛ if you kiss that dog i’ll give you my slushie. ❜  

                                                ‘UM? YOU CAN keep the slushie ...’   she fights a laugh as it bubbles up from her chest, barely containing it with lips pressed firmly together. But she obliges, giving Appa a big ol’ smooch right on the top of his head.   ‘Not as crazy a request as you might think ... he’s my boyfriend’s dog. I’m just taking him for a walk.’

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‘The Princess Bride’ sentence meme

SEND ME: 

“Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”

“You’re trying to kidnap what I’ve rightfully stolen.”

“While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it?”

“They’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”

“I can cope with torture.”

“Get used to disappointment.”

“You’ve made your decision then?”

“Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.”

“I would sooner destroy a stained glass window than an artist like yourself.”

“Am I going mad, or did the word “think” escape your lips?”

“Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.”

“I admit it, you are better than I am.”

“You never said anything about killing anyone.”

“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

“You mock my pain!”

“Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.”

“Do you always begin conversations this way?”

“This is true love; you think this happens every day?”

“Australia is entirely peopled with criminals!”

“There’s not a lot of money in revenge.”

“You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.”

“Anyone who says differently is selling something.”

“Anybody want a peanut?”

“I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But for now, rest well and dream of large women.”

“Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”

“The battle of wits has begun.”

“I wasn’t nervous. Maybe I was a little bit concerned, but that’s not the same thing.”

“We’ll never succeed. We may as well die here.”

“Please understand I hold you in the highest respect.”

“Isn’t there any way you trust me?”

“You’re trying to trick me into giving away something. It won’t work.”

“I’ll explain, and I’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.”

“I told you I would always come for you. Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.”

“You can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces.”

“What hideous sin have you committed lately?”

“Yes, you’re very smart. Shut up.”

“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”

“That doesn’t leave much time for dilly-dallying.”

“Where I come from, there are penalties when a woman lies.”

“It would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable.”

“I challenge you to a battle of wits.”

“Look, I don’t mean to be rude but this is not as easy as it looks, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me.”

“Do you hear that? That is the sound of ultimate suffering.”

“You be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.”

“Please consider me as an alternative to suicide.”

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PUT FLOWERS IN KATARA’S HAIR!

                                       KATARA HASN’T HAD many chances to enjoy the gentle touch of someone’s fingers playing with her hair - it reminds her of her mother, hearkens back to a time of innocence & beauty … she smiles softly as the princess braids & braids & braids. It’s COMFORTING, a sensation she’d nearly forgotten.

     When there’s a lull, she turns, perhaps a bit abruptly ( if she caused Allura’s fingers to fumble, she’s sorry ) but with an enthusiasm that lights up her eyes with a glimmering spark.  ‘When you’re done, you have to let me do something with your hair! I don’t get to do this often, so I could use the practice.’

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Send 🌼 to put a flower in my muse's hair!

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( justonekid )

oh, how tempting that water is.     clear, cool, everchanging.   his gaze shifts, follows languid movements through crisp air.     NO. NEVER AGAIN.     eyes press shut; he resists the urge to abandon his offensive stance, instead he tenses.   a heavy heart, a   heavy,   heavy,   heavy   heart.    she was a child.    they were both children.    

❝ i’m sure you’re great.    total pro. ❞    he’s searching for an exit.     instead, in a free hand, he conjures a barely noticeable flame.      heat is security. heat is life.    there would be a world where they might know friendship,    ( or more. look at those beautiful eyes. )     where they could know peace.    this was a war he never asked for.    ❝ but i’m nooot a huge fan of the whole used as a weapon type of deal.       so, sorry.       tea later ? ❞

                                          SHE SMIRKS, hiding her disappointment in the loss of an easy win in the merry mischief that she’d borrowed from her brother, the nonchalance she’d borrowed from her father ... EVERYTHING’S BORROWED, WHAT’S MINE? ... & prepares her mind & body for a fight. Only this time she won’t underestimate him, & she won’t let him get away. She’d fought benders of all the elements before, she could HANDLE whatever he threw at her, be it wind or earth or fire. 

   WATER is hers alone, though - he cannot lay claim to that, yet ( WHY ARE YOU SO STUBBORN, AVATAR? YOU WERE REMOVED FROM THE WORLD, YOU KNOW NOTHING OF WHAT IT HAS BECOME, YOU ARE MAKING A MISTAKE, LET ME SHOW YOU HOW THINGS ARE ). Unseeable ice crystals begin to form in the puddle of water she’d drawn from the stream - she she pushes this water towards him there will be flecks of pain. She wonders if it will catch him off-guard; if she were him, she’d already have a defensive strategy ready, & her opponent wouldn’t be able to get to her. But he was trained for peace & she for war. 

     ‘Last call, Avatar,’   she warns.   ‘I’m giving you a chance to come with me willingly - I promise no harm will come to you or your friends. If you refuse ... this time you won’t get away.’

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atla meme: [ 3/8 ] characters → sokka

“Squish squash, sling that slang! I’m always right back at you, like my boomerang.”

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they teach you to love hunger; to turn your stomach into an unfilled grave so you will always have enough space to bury things : homelands, war zones, nightmares, black eyes, broken ribs, love letters, fathers.

Scherezade Siobhan, Bone Tongue (via ironarmored)

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day 1728378197312 and goblin is still devastating me & giving me a new lease on life simultaneously ...

tfw the fact that ur grim reaper friend can hear ur thoughts makes being cheesy & in love difficult ...

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( justonekid )

dry mouth, cold hands.     she was power, ice, steel.    a single blade in a handful of stones, vicious, calculating.    he cannot resist: his gaze, too, shifts to the cool face of the water.   ( i cannot master the forms. not yet. )     she’s playing to his weaknesses, to that which he cannot hone, this master of masters.   fire. air. earth.   only one left. 

❝ i think i’m gonna pass. ❞    there’s sarcasm, but that doesn’t ease the tension of his arms, the stiff rod of his spine.     ( she’s waiting to strike. )   how tiring it was to run without end.   he’s watching: the ebb & flow of the water, the fire in his chest.    ❝ maybe another time ? ❞

                                                  ‘ARE YOU SURE?’   she feigns surprise, hurt ( never mind the actual pang in her chest - is this all she’s good for? fighting? war? she’s tired of the endless chasing, can’t he give up already? it’s not as if her cause isn’t just ).   ‘I wouldn’t mind,’   a step to the side, a straightening of her posture, perhaps an offensive stance will not accomplish her goal,   ‘it’s no trouble.’

     With a motion that isn’t in itself threatening, she draws a small stream of water up into the air, toying with it, letting it hover above her outstretched hand. She hopes it TEMPTS him, just a bit. Because how else will he learn unless someone WORTHY of the Avatar’s power teaches him? In her earliest memories there was always someone telling her that she would become the most powerful waterbender in the South, perhaps in the whole world. Isn’t this what he needs? Could he not just come willingly? But she can’t quite clear the ice from her throat.   ‘I’ve been told I’m a great teacher.’

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a six year old idea that i’m still apparently into: au where it was the water tribe who attacked, katara and sokka still found aang in the iceberg 100 years later, but then, kind of tried to kill him. luckily aang escaped in time to team up with a pair of plucky young fire nation siblings who ought to have inherited the throne, you know, if the water tribe hadn’t laid waste to their country. mostly, i just like drawing katara in military gear, and enjoy thinking about the political intrigue of two ruling branches of the water tribe. 

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( justonekid )

A FAMILIAR FACE.    the very same that had freed him from the prison of his own making, that had brought rain, ice upon his body, his skin.   power, power, power can do wicked things.   his stance shifts, grip tightens, focus sturdies.   ❝ we don’t need to have a problem here. ❞   ( not your choice ! )   ❝ let me go, & nobody needs to know. not even zuko. HONEST. ❞

                                           THERE IS HARDLY A SOUND AS SHE shifts, brings her arms up slowly & steadily into a position that is seconds away from an attack -- how many times had she practiced these forms, how many times had she used them against Fire Nation soldiers with a vehemence not found in men twice her age? She is DAUGHTER of the TRIBE! She has a duty! She must claim the Avatar, & when he is nothing but a young boy, who knows nothing of the world as it is today, how difficult can that be? ( DON’T FORGET, KATARA, HE’S ALREADY SLIPPED THROUGH YOUR FINGERS A HANDFUL OF TIMES, DON’T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN! ).

     ‘I hear you need a WATERBENDING master ...’   her response is seemingly unconnected, but with a breath & a glint from the afternoon sun upon the water her intention is made clear,   ‘why don’t I give you your FIRST lesson?’

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( justonekid )

how many months would need to pass before his heart would still ?? how long would it take before he could look upon her with a steady pulse ? panda-lilies were clutched in calloused palms, fingers that held too tightly. with a voice that broke when he spoke, the call for her attention met the air too abruptly.          ❝ happy valentine’s day ! ❞    a NERVOUS laugh.   ❝ there were more, but … then there was some wind, & my hands were full … ❞

                                                                 HOW MANY DAYS would be required before such affectionate gestures won’t issue a blush? She can feel heat in her cheeks as she turns & notices the lilies - her eyes widen, but the eagerness in his voice pulls a soft, kind laugh from that place deep in her chest, the place where her heart thumps against her ribcage. She reaches out & takes the small bouquet with a grateful nod.   ‘Aang! They’re beautiful ... thank you.’