Tag: Aang
I didn’t really appreciate Aang until this picture.
When I was young, Aang got on my nerves. “Make the tough calls, take responsibility, grow up! I’ve had to!”
I gave him no mercy for his age because, at the time, I was younger than him. He annoyed me when he slacked on his training, when he didn’t listen to Jeong Jeong, when he refused to kill the Firelord. Him and every other character who would give up the greater good to keep the moral high ground. Your principles don’t matter, results do!
It wasn’t until I got older that I saw Aang differently. He was a child, trying to do what was right, who never wanted to do any harm. And he was exactly what the world needed. Aang was a peaceful soul in war time, gentle when others were cruel, merciful when others were unforgiving, and he reminded everyone how to laugh in a world that had long forgotten how to have fun.
Even after years of hardship, losing absolutely everything and waking up to fight a war, Aang still loved life. He loved marble tricks, penguin sledding, and most of all, he loved people. Aang annoyed me because he was naive, but now inspires me because even after he saw the world at it’s worst, he didn’t forget how to be a kid at heart. In this picture, middle aged and with the weight of the world on his shoulders, Aang not only lets some weird guy by the docks take his picture, but does so with absolute glee.
Aang shouldn’t be more like me, I should be more like Aang.
amen to this
holy fuck
47 for the Zutara kiss meme!
Kiss…out of spite
“You’re being so stupid!”
Katara’s outburst caused quite a few heads to turn, including Firelord Zuko’s.
“Every time we visit, you bring up the same old insecurities, regardless of how often I’ve reassured you! It’s driving me nuts!”
Normally, Zuko knew to steer as far away from Katara as possible when she entered one of her tirades. But considering the number of innocent bystanders, whose support she actually needed tonight for her campaign to work, he knew it would be best to intervene. And so, despite the healthy amount of fear in his heart, he passed his drink off to a servant and began to weave his way over.
“Don’t you tell me to calm down!”
He quickened his pace.
Once Zuko finally broke through the crowd, he was greeted with the sight of the normally towering Avatar cowering down to the point of looking like his old twelve year old self from years ago.
“Aang. Katara.” Oddly enough, rather than expressing relief at Zuko’s intervention, Aang’s face morphed into one of almost angry petulance. “While I’m sure Katara is right, could we perhaps save it for a later time?”
Of the two reactions Zuko was expecting (either more angry yelling, or embarrassed apologies), this third one was from so far left field that Zuko could do little more than freeze in shock. Because upon whirling around, Katara had stood up on her toes and mashed her lips against his.
Ok, so it was a kiss, but it was nothing like he had dreamed about. The only thought Zuko had running through his head was how he was pretty sure the way her hand hand lashed out to grab him by the robes and drag him closer was probably a capital offense that was punishable by death.
“See!” Katara crowed once she broke the kiss. “There is nothing there! I swear to both Tui and La if you bring it up again, we’re breaking up and you can go search for platyroos in the plains alone!”
And with that, Katara stormed off, leaving both men staring after her with open mouths, none of them aware of the whispers that were rapidly growing in volume around them.
Two days later, the Avatar and his girlfriend were set to leave. Zuko wasn’t about to lie and wish for a longer stay. Katara had been avoiding Aang, Aang had been avoiding Zuko, and Zuko had been avoiding Katara.
But Zuko had been taught not to let things fester, and aside from the slightly wounded feelings he now harbored, he was heavily annoyed with the dirty looks Aang sent his way whenever avoidance failed the three of them.
The kiss he gave Katara before she climbed onto Appa was much less a press of the lips and more worthy of something produced by the Ember Island Players.
“There is something there,” Zuko told her, taking in her stunned expression. “I just have enough honor not to act upon it or impose it upon you in any way. The only reason I’m telling you now is because I would appreciate it if you didn’t use me out of spite for any future arguments.” He ran his thumb over the red now staining Katara’s cheeks. “But if Aang does bring it up again, and you do ever break up, know that I am always here.”
He left before either of them could gather their wits enough to respond.
The End.
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