Zutara Day 7: PinchZUTARA WEEK DAY 7: PINCHZutara Day 7: Pinch
Was today really the day? Zuko shook himself from hazy sleep and padded over to where his robes hung. Silky and fiery red, the rich material seemed nothing special to the Fire Lord. However, these were no ordinary robes, and Zuko knew it. They were his wedding robes. Today was his wedding to the war hero and waterbender, Katara of the Southern Water Tribe. The marriage was supposed to form a bond between the two nations, and under any other circumstance, he would have just put up with it. &nbs
Zutara Day 6: StareZUTARA WEEK DAY 6:Zutara Day 6: Stare
STARE
Katara sighed, scrubbing the rice pot. Sokka had gone off hunting and everybody else was training. She, of course, was left alone to do all of the work. She grumbled and scrubbed harder.
It was nearing sunset and Katara wished she had some time off to go watch it. She hadn’t seen the sunset in a while…but no. She had dishes to do and then firewood to find…then had to train Aang before bed when the moon was out. Life was very full.
Just then, Zuko returned from the great balcony whe
Zutara Day 5: MythologyZUTARA WEEK: DAY 5 MYTHOLOGYZutara Day 5: Mythology
Katara always loved Halloween; the tricks and treats, the ghosts, the monsters, and the tingly feeling she always felt prick at the back of her neck. But most of all she loved costumes. That’s why she couldn’t contain her excitement when she got an invitation for Aang’s Halloween costume party. Among her group of friends, it was all anyone could talk about. Sokka, her older brother, kept bragging about grand plans for an amazing mystery costume at lunch. Katara rolled her eyes at him, knowing no such costume existed
Zutara Day 4: ManipulativeZUTARA WEEK DAY 4 MANIPULATIVEZutara Day 4: Manipulative
The fire crackled pleasantly against the silence of the pitch black night. Two figures sat basking in the dim light emitted from the glowing embers. They were the only two still awake. The others had gone to bed a while ago. Katara yawned as Zuko stared into the flames of the camp fire, neither talking. Silence was good enough. The blue-eyed girl stifled and another yawn and the teenage boy became painfully aware of her tired state. Her eyelids drooped, mouth agape and muscles loose. She shoul
So...what's up?
Optimism
happy zutara week!
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my thoughts and decisions on the path to my mind are finally clear, the only obstacle in my way is the fear of holding myself back...
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when you start to view the world throught the eyes of doubt, you distrust everything, but all intentions become cl
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Become a fan on FACEBOOK please? :3
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KRAFT: Jews for Cheeses
NO MORE AWS (hooray)
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I am in fact edible.
Well, it could be worse. And it could be better. And IT COULD BE PIZZA!
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Are you an Avatard? Then how come I'm not watching you? Send me a note so I can.
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Loving or losing, they are both trials of the soul. Can you make yourself let go? Can you let yourself fall in love?
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Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
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