You can only reblog this on Nov 16 2023💥

#I hope they feel like Italian today

You know someone didn’t understand Aang’s arc at all when they say “ok but killing Ozai would’ve been GROWTH for him!”

fanon Zuko: I am objectively the only correct person here and Aang should shut up and listen to me and only ever do what I would do

canon Zuko, at his own coronation, before the people of every nation, nailing this moment into history: THE REAL HERO IS THE AVATAR

Imaginary scene where when they first go to Air Temple Island Momo keeps running off and Aang finally finds him- he was running off because he found more lemurs

There’s this… phenomenon… I’ve witnessed in several fandoms, where a particular blog gets really popular within a fandom.

And suddenly that blog will start getting people literally asking them for permission to hold certain opinions. I don’t mean someone just asking “hey can I get your feelings/opinions on this subject” but “is it okay if I think/do xyz?” like some child asking their parent if they can go somewhere.

Worse, is when these blogs start taking these questions seriously and feeding them answers. Like they suddenly start believing that they truly have this authority. I mean it’s bad enough when people do this and the blogger is just like “well I have my own opinion but don’t ask me” but when they start to actually act like they can tell other people what they are “allowed” to do.

This I the creepiest fucking thing on tumblr I swear.

Why would you give some random stranger on the internet that much power over your mind? Why would you be so afraid of forming your own opinions that you have to ask someone else to give you opinions to hold?

And so often they end up with a rabble ready to crucify anyone who doesn’t do as they are told, and that’s when I really run for the hills…

I feel like I.N.K invisible network of kids is such an underrated show. I mean it’s a kids show but the four main characters all have problems with their life but they choose to help the other students anyway. And the antagonist always sings because she used to but then something happened which made her hate children, and she’s a teacher. And then at the end of all that there a little sciencey bit that teaches you stuff.

It’s a great show okay!!!

neil, thinking kevin is secretly good at cooking because he once cracked an egg into his ramen, but really it was 3 am and kevin was trashed and remembered that protein existed

kevin in bed, late at night: i should tone myself down to fit in

kayleigh's ghost, curled around his back in a spooning position, cryptically murmuring: I Did Not Birth You Crazy For No Reason

kevin, instantly perking up: you didn't!

mai paints zuko’s nails black to match hers, it then becomes a trend in the fire nation for couples to have matching nails 

Zuko woke up the next morning to cool air on his skin and the pattering of rain. It was winter in the Fire Nation, which brought rain and occasional storms, giving its citizens a reprieve from the usual heat. 

A huff of warm air tickled his shoulder, and he smiled lazily as he turned his head. Mai had tucked herself against his side, as she oft did when the weather turned cool, face pressed into his shoulder, hand on his collarbone, legs tangled with his. Her hair was splayed all over their pillow, the only time it was ever unkempt. Zuko pressed a kiss to the top of her head before carefully extracting himself from her hold.

He found his pair of pants bunched underneath himself, telling of their emotional lovemaking last night that their clothes were still in bed with them. He slid out from under the covers and pulled the pants on. A cold draft raised the hairs on his arms, but he tapped into his fire breath and the chill passed. He would change into his Fire Lord robes soon enough anyway.

He was about to head to the washroom when he felt the mattress shift with someone’s weight, the sheets rustling behind him. Twisting around, he saw Mai slowly sitting up, still blinking sleep from her eyes. Naked, she pulled the covers up and around her shoulders to keep away the cold.

Her eyes locked with his, and Zuko leaned over to kiss her lips this time. He sighed into the kiss, breathing warmth into her lungs, letting his lips linger as they pulled away. Mai had reached for him with one hand, cold fingertips grazing his stomach, her other hand grasping the covers together in front of her collarbones like a cloak.

The moment was broken by a soft rapping on the door. Both Zuko and Mai jerked apart, but neither moving too far from the other.

“The court convenes at ten, my lord. Should I have breakfast served?” a servant asked.

Zuko gave the order, then turned his attention back to his love. Mai had leaned into him again, seeking his warmth. He slid an arm around her waist, feeling the covers bunch up between them - no, the fabric felt different. Looking down, he saw the deep wine of his cape wrapped around her slender shoulders instead of the ruby-red covers. It must have been tangled between them the night before as well, Mai mistaking it for the covers when she woke.

He gazed over her form again, the flowy fabric he wore every day draped over pale skin. Mai was wrapped in only his cape. The sight filled him with a warmth that had nothing to do with firebending.

He brushed his lips against hers again.

“Let’s get dressed,” he whispered. “I’ll light the hearth in my office. We can eat there.”

“Okay,” Mai answered softly. She tugged at the cape as she slid out of the bed with him, still thinking it was the larger, heavier covers, and stunned herself when it fluttered instead of sliding to the floor. Zuko watched the realization sink in, the faint blush creep onto her cheeks.

“You look beautiful,” he told her.

“I’m cold,” she responded plainly, looking around for her clothes, but the slightest smile graced her lips and was not lost on Zuko.

[ao3]