ok but what if zuko and katara visit korra at the same time and zuko kisses katara’s hand and is like “excuse me i expected an old woman not this beautiful young thing” and katara’s all blushy and aw old people flirting
and korra goes into the avatar state for two seconds and kicks zuko in the leg and he’s like ‘what the heck’ and korra’s like ‘i’m sorry, i have no idea why i did that’
because aang would
what if zuko’s leg broke because he’s old
this post omg yes
adding the tags because lol
Dreaming. #Avatar #kataang #doodle #sketch #drawing dang it brain. Why so early. Will sleep Again.
this is gorgeous
I really hope that Aang built a huge ballroom in republic city, and there is a big ass statue of him and Katara right infront of the doors so that everyone in that place will know, that no matter how much time passes… Their dancing will never have shit on the Kataango.
I want a fanfic.
WELL YOU ASKED FOR IT
Even as the Kataanger started to walk away, the Zutarian kept close behind. They’d been in a fight, again. Why did these things always seem to happen? Why was it that when things seemed like they were going well, everything just…blew up?
“I’m not waiting anymore,” the Kataanger snapped, her hands gesturing wildly.. “I’m sick of you and your excuses. I’m sick of your fanon, and I’m sick of the way you completely disregard the events of the show. I’m sick of it.”
“Sick of it, or sick of me?” The Zutarian tried not to yell, but it was hard. “I saw your blog. You’ve been tagging your ship hate.”
The Kataanger started to tear up, whipping around to face the Zutarian. “I can’t help it, okay? It’s just…you Zutarians are so infuriating! And it’s not that I don’t like you, because I…I really do, I really actually sort of…like you. I just can’t be with you.”
The Zutarian stiffened. ”What?”
“We can’t be together,” the Kataanger said solemnly, wiping away a tear. “We’re on two sides of a ship war. It’s basically forbidden.”
She turned to walk away again, but this was just too much for the Zutarian, just too much. Words were ringing around in her ears, can’t be together, forbidden.
Just to see, the Zutarian lurched forward and grabbed the Kataanger by the shoulder, spun her back around, looked at her face. There was a quiet, unassuming quality about her, but there was such fire in her eyes. The Zutarian knew that look, she knew she’d seen it in her own eyes. A ship was starting to sail.
For a moment, the two shippers just stood, looked at each other. Neither of them could really say which reached for the other first, but there was the Kataanger, drawn in by the Zutarian’s intensity, the Zutarian, drawn in by the Kataanger’s calm.
“I need to know,” the Zutarian said desperately, thumb moving over the deep corner of the Kataanger’s lips. “I need to know what it’s like to have…canon feels.”
Nodding, the Kataanger smiled breathlessly. “I can give you those feels,” she said, and pushed her lips up against the Zutarian’s. Flutters of excitement rose in her chest. She found herself wondering, what if the Maiko shippers catch us?
oh my GOD