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I don't care if they're the highest grossing movies on planet freakin Earth, you say "Avatar" and everyone and their mom still thinks that bald little bitch and his magic cow. Soggy James can keep his millions, he'll never have the streets.

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@zukkaweek Day 4: Clothing swap

I think I had the most fun drawing this one and it shows! Sokka is fed up with workaholic Fire Lord Zuko, so he takes matters into his own hands. He steals his clothes, becomes Fire Lord and makes up a whole new law.

As for Zuko wearing Sokka's clothes, I was thinking that maybe they visited Sokka's hometown and Zuko was terribly underdressed. Resulting in Sokka lending him his clothes until they buy him some new ones (they didn't buy new ones, Zuko wore Sokka's clothes the whole time)

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The Gaang's hands (with Team Azula and Yue) + headcanons

This series was inspired by @thyinum's Avatar's Hands series!

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ATLA x KPDH! Because trauma bonding can transcend time, space, and fictional continuities~

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need some atla fan art of that one clip of sohee on top of Anton but zuko is Anton you get me

#atla #avatar fanart

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this weed tastes like the lake I nearly drowned in as a kid

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I've been staring at these tags for a while @persnicketypansy.

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I think it's also worth mentioning that the strain was called Skittles. Which was my favorite candy growing up

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image id: tags that read “i know this is a real experience, but in my mind this sentence is an entire poem, you’re an adult now trying to distance yourself from the horrors around you, but your escapism leads you right back to the terrors of your childhood, you are running from the frying pan into the fire, which is to say the very thing that haunts you. that makes you want to run in the first place, this weed tastes like the lake i nearly drowned in as a kid, and i went back the next summer and the water was calm, now my lungs full of smoke lead me down in the green, to the dark where the catfish had eyes like gods, and i’m older and wiser and know how to swim, but the kid in the water’s still terrified, death doesn’t dream, death kisses with tongue, and is waiting in the bottom. in the mud, or whatever. i’m not a poet, /end id