My Last Game Is Actually Overwatch Haha… Wbu?

when you get this list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish, then send this to 10 of your favorite followers 👍

Oh man this is difficult;

1: All you can Bleed by Powerwolf

2: unlimited sin by Beast in Black

3: Iris by Diamante and Breaking Benjamin

4: The Ghost in the Trenches by Sabaton and

5: Night of the Werewolves by Unleash the Archers

If you can't tell I love heavy metal and rock and love for concept albums!!

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Did she look like this??

cant believe odysseus tied himself to the mast of his ship so that he wouldn't be tempted to go to the sirens when he heard their song. outta my way gayboy im boutta get it

Awww yeah, she's a beauty

Yukata Queen

Yeah, pretty accurate!! Ship it to the moon!!!🌛

Canon azulaang:

Tumblr azulaang:

Katara: Are you serious?! You can't just date my ex like that!

Azula: Oh, and why not?

Katara: Because it's just part of your plan to hurt him, that's why! It's all some part of your big grand scheme to make him miserable!

Azula: Katara, you are NOT his mother. Both him and I can date whoever we want. And, even though I am a master schemer and I originally wanted to hurt the Avatar... There is something about him that I have grown to enjoy. So, get used to it. Because he's MINE now.

Katara: But- You can't just- You can't just 'call dibs' on him like Aang's some kind of object!

Azula: There's a saying I heard a little while ago... And I feel like it works very well in this setting... 'I licked it, it's mine'...

Katara:

fanfic end of the year asks

since it’s december, i thought i’d make a little end of the year ask meme for fanfic writers and readers! reblog and ask away

favorite fic you wrote this year

least favorite fic you wrote this year

favorite line/scene you wrote this year

total number of words you wrote this year

most popular fic this year

least popular fic this year

longest completed fic you wrote this year

shortest completed fic you wrote this year

longest wip of the year

shortest wip of the year

fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year

favorite character to write about this year

favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

a fic you didn’t expect to write

something you learned this year

fic(s) you completed this year

fics you’ll continue next year

current number of wips

any new fics to start next year

number of comments you haven’t read

most memorable comment/review

events you participated in this year

fics you wanted to write but didn’t

favorite fic you read this year

a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

number of favorites/bookmarks you made this year

favorite fanfic author of the year

longest fic you read this year

shortest fic you read this year

favorite fandom to read fic from this year

*feel free to specify fandoms or a fic depending on the question.

Welcome to the ATLA fandom, as you can can see we are still arguing about fictional characters from an animated children's show that came out 17 years ago

Preview of the Azula's House of Wonders AU

Ursa had learned many things about herself in the course of a life that would be long and historical, in some ways better than others. She had always internalized that her fire was a source of devastation and ruin, that it could destroy and was incapable of doing anything else. And yet here she was, taking a technique in a faintly desperate hope from her mother's scrolls and writings, hovering with indigo flame over Azula's withered arms, seeking to reactivate chi.

It was a paradox of Benders (and non-Benders too, perhaps, not that she would know and not that it occurred to her to even ask, then) that they could heal physically but if the inner flow of chi, that great mystical wellspring of all power, was not fixed nothing else would work. Azula had withered in more than spirit, she had withered in soul. Even then she stared at a corner as if some hellish thing stood there that she could not see.

Perhaps it did, one who lived near the Forgetful Valley could not dismiss such things out of hand. She had no real expectation that it could work. Mother had worked such wonders and she had sliced steel and trees as if it was nothing.

When it was done she moved back and sat, folding her hands in her lap, afraid to hope.

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Azula had quietly tried this repeatedly through the search for Ursa, hating every second of being caught in her brother's desperate dream without any say-so, any freedom to move. All the big and small humiliations she'd gone through and the insult to injury of knowing her mind lied to her.

Her fires had seemed to have guttered out in her arms and legs, and yet when she focused on Chi it was there for the first time in a year and a half. She took a deep breath and focused on a small thing. The ability merely to move her fingers.

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Ursa saw her daughter's fingers tremble, a slight tremor, so very slight a thing and then her daughter was crying. a look of awed disbelief on her face. Ursa looked at her own hands for a moment and in that moment she would speak in later years, began to wonder if she had dreamed too small and punished her own daughter for dreaming too grandly (and in but two years time she would not wonder, she would know and add it to a long series of private regrets she carried to her grave).

"I can feel my arms," she heard a choked up voice say, "for the first time in a year and a half."

Golden eyes ran with tears and met her own and she moved without hesitation to sit near Azula.

"Thank you mother, I love you." It was almost imperceptible but the sincerity....

Ursa would have spoken those words in turn but she knew, from the stories that the Avatar and others had told her on the return trip that a ghost of her had spoken them and helped drive her daughter into this state.

So she did not say them, she merely put her arm on her daughter's shoulder and leaned in, resting her head on her shoulder. Azula understood and she did not see the gratitude in those eyes that she restrained herself from speaking words that would hurt her. If she had she would have felt even sadder than she was at that moment.

It was at that moment that the spectre of Ursa with those sad eyes and a cutting voice that Azula had seen for so long stood in the corner of the room and gave her a smile that was a pale ghost of the true woman beside her, and vanished, never to be seen again.

Look alive, we detected a surge of girls nearby.

Girls inbound. Get ready!

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