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this is great this is just like playing with dolls
Due to the Unfortunate!
We are deeply out of Onions!
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Isn't she suppose to be a teenager?
i love sandra bullock
14 years and y'all still don't get why aang didn't kill ozai this is genuinely embarrassing might as well just admit that you paid 0 attention while watching the show
Aang's like, entire arc in the show is about the conflict between his duties as the avatar and his personal needs as a kid and an air nomad. You see this with the conflict at the end of season 2 over letting go of his attachment to katara as well: he has to choose between unlocking the avatar state and being a young person who feels friendship and romantic love. In the case of killing ozai, he has to choose between an act of incredible violence that seems to be the only way to save a cruel world (his duties as an avatar), and his air nomad teachings, which say that all life is sacred. Avatar yangchen even explicitly tells him to abandon his air nomad teachings to serve as avatar. However, aang isnt just any air nomad, or any air nomad avatar: as the last airbender, abandoning those teachings is, in some way, letting his culture die - and letting it die in favor of joining in the violence of the war. Instead, he proves to the world that there is a third path, one of compassion and restraint, though, notably, not undeserved forgiveness. By taking this third path, he is able to both fulfil his duties as the avatar AND follow his air nomad teachings, thus overcoming his central conflict.
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I just don’t get it. How can our society act so goddamned normal about seahorses. How can anybody so casually accept that that’s a fish???
This is one of nature’s most anatomically perverse of all beasts. A FISH, like a carp or a bass or a beta is a fish, but it bent its body straight up only to bend its head permanently back down. It stretched its skull into a pipe. It tapered its tail like a lizard, specifically like a chameleon. It can also move its eyes independently by the way, you know, like a chameleon. Fun fact, it can change color to express its mood, like you know whatever does that. It doesn’t properly swim anymore. It buzzes its few remaining fins like an insect’s wings to float itself around at a snail’s pace. It lives its whole life clinging to coral branches or seaweed, which means it decided to become a “tree dweller” in an environment where gravity didn’t even matter anyway. The males get pregnant. They make noises at each other by rubbing some of their neck bones together. Every day, EVERY DAY a mated pair does a little dance and a little neck bone song so they remember which two seahorses they were.
They have as little skin and meat as they could get away with. Their skeleton is almost all they are.
Doctors just did a test on me and said I don’t have any cells they don’t know what I’m made of but it’s not the same as you. They said I’m cooler too and more special
I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.
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what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes
Quiet please, the Lemon Raspberry Loaf is sleeping.
I had this professor in college that didn’t like to say “bless you,” so he said that every semester he asks each class what they’d like to say when someone sneezes. So he randomly asked this one guy what we should all say when someone sneezes & the guy said “I don’t really care,” as in like he didn’t care what we said when someone sneezes. So from that point on, for the next 16 weeks, when someone sneezed in class the professor looked at them completely straight faced and said, “I don’t really care.”
I was sad until I opened the Sims and made a dog called Chocolate Milk and I think you should look at him
i was sad until i opened tumblr and saw a dog called Chocolate Milk and i think you should look at him
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