Dispatches from the Frigid Northlands

I love how whenever ATLA recognizes Sokka is smart enough to solve a problem but it’d be too fast they just stick him in some kind of situation. Like he COULD’VE stopped jet from drowning a town so they tied him up and dumped him in a forest. He COULD’VE figured out what that spirits deal was so they lost him in the spirit world for 24 hours.

One time they just stuck him in a hole in the ground for a whole episode.

My favorite is that Sokka absolutely would've just navigated them out of the desert, so they had to put him on acid the entire time.

(guy who's not getting anything done voice) I need to learn every skill and all information

reblog to give a trans woman a yummy burger

glad i reached my target audience of ppl showing love to their trans gfs/wives through the power of burger

okay so since making this post i've become the target audience

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

[hypnotising you but i'm really bad and shy about it] you're uhhh you're looking at these words, yes? you're reading them. you're comprehending them. the world around you slowly fades out. you're feeling slightly light headed. you uhm. you find yourself compelled to go into my ask box. you uhhh. you. you feel like you really really want to praise me. like really really badly. it's the main thing you want to do. and afterwards uhhh you want to reblog this post. and you feel great. and you tell me in the tags how great you feel. ok? uhhhh ok that's it. bye!