Seasons according to the North
IT IS THAT DAY IN MARCH TODAY
Today is the day. Optimism AHOY!
It actually was today!
YES! THIS! AND TODAY!
(And tomorrow it snows…)
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- Funny stuff
- Adventure Time
- Harry Potter
- Doctor Who
Makorra, and in my opinion, perfect song for them; Love Is An Open Door from Frozen.
Ariana Grande - Almost Is Never Enough Solo Studio Version
My problem isn’t that my favorite characters aren’t real, it’s that I’m not fictional.
atla/lok ver. inspired by this post
I choose her. I’ll always choose her, in this life and the next.
Along with the ending of the war came more responsibility for Katara. She was appointed to a Water Tribe embassy located in the Fire Nation capitol and stayed with Zuko in the palace. Her life was taken over with the work of negotiating war reparations, arranging safe release and passage for all Water Tribe war prisoners, and other such things. It was a weight she wasn’t entirely ready to bear and it consumed her entirely at times.
In fact, she was so busy securing the future of her people that she rarely had time to think of her own. Once she had been full of plans for herself: mastering waterbending, marrying, creating a family. Now, though, she didn’t have any plans past straightening out the mess this bloody fight had left behind.
One day, when things were particularly stressful and hectic, Zuko interceded. Without warning, he walked into the council chamber where his waterbender was about to have a meeting with the Fire Nation Council and announced that the meeting would take place the next day. While his advisors and Council members began to protest the Fire Lord grabbed Katara and pulled her from the great hall.
“Zuko,” she exclaimed as he began to running, pulling off his outer robe with one hand and throwing it on the ground. “What are you doing?”
Suddenly he pulled her into an alcove and whispered to her in the dark, “I’m kidnapping you.” And he tipped her chin up with one callused finger to kiss her. “Now come on. We’ve got to go before my Uncle catches us.”
Eventually they made their way out into the city. Zuko spent hours dragging her to noodle shops and vendors’ stalls and sideshows and everything she hadn’t had time to enjoy before. She laughed when he tripped and ended up with his face in a plate of honey-covered dumplings. After that she couldn’t stop.
As the sun began to disappear they wondered into the gardens of the palace. She had no clue where they were headed as he wound through the maze of pathways. When he stopped and moved out of the way she gasped. The water spilling out of the fountain was on fire with the burnt colors of the sun.
“I know how busy you’ve been. Honestly, you haven’t had a break at all that I can remember. So… Today was for you.” He scuffed his foot and grabbed her hand. “I- I can’t promise you that we’ll get days like this often. But… I can certainly try. And I promise to help you carry your burden.” His hand was sweating and Katara couldn’t do much more than stare dumbly. “Agni, we haven’t even talked about this before but… I love you, Katara. Would you marry me?” Zuko seemed to blurt it out all at once and suddenly she was laughing again.
When he started to look hurt she gasped out, “I’m sorry. Yes. I’ll marry.” And suddenly her future was opened wide in front of her as it hadn’t been in a long time. She leaped at him, knocking them both into the fountain, and kissed him hard.