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                        since everyone is calling them bias lists now i figured                         i should do one too! (also i just reached a milestone                         so, hey! perfect timing, huh?)

                        below are the radical kids i follow that are talented                         and deserving of incredible amounts of followers.                         this list is teensy tiny and has mostly mutuals, sorry                         buds! if you're listed and we haven't talked in a while,                         it means i'd love to talk again, or if we rp regularly, i'd                         love to talk more!  if you're listed and we do not interact,                         i'm just letting you know that i admire you and i hope                         we can rp together soon! hope i didn't miss anyone,                         thanks so much, y'all!

some cool kataras 

                        risewithxthemoon + sugxrqueen + hopism 

the gaang

send me ☞ + a character to see how i would portray them. (no longer accepting)

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                        “I am not Toph!" body is stretched to capacity,                        arms raised above her head, mouth broad in a                        wild grin. Her chest is roaring, her body vibrating                        with elation and adrenaline. Fists are curled in                         the air, and with her feet she can sense the tired                         benders around her. 

            Lips are chapped, dry from lack of             moisture, lack of care. She can feel             the coating of dirt on her pale skin,             feel the sun against her face. If she             could see the light that was being cast            upon her, she thinks it would be glorious. 

  It’s just a game, she knows, but   it feels good to win, feels good   to be on top sometimes. 

                           And she belongs on top. 

                                                        She’s the world’s greatest                                                         earthbender, for Spirit’s sake,                                                        blind and all.

            She laughs because the voices of             her parents ring in her ears, the voices            of her teachers. ( she can feel the soft            paws of the badgermoles, pushing her,             nuzzling her little side, touching her hands             until they were covered in soft earth ) She             can hear Katara too, her real mother. She            can hear Aang too, feel him breathing, then            she doesn’t anymore. He’s in the air             ( it’s so damn annoying when he does that,             when she can’t feel him on the ground             anymore, know where he is ) and it’s her            time to knock some heads. 

                        “I am Melon Lord!" 

    What she could have been if they’d given her a chance. 

            a swipe of the foot,             a movement of the arm,             and the earth glides with             her as she runs. 

    What she could have proven, shown them. 

                  a jump,                   a disconnection,                  a severed tie.                   she laughs. 

    If they could have loved her how she was, like these people do, like her friends do. 

                        feet land sturdy, body low to the ground.                         She lifts up, uncurls, spreads out. there’s groaning:                         she has won. 

                                    “ha, 

                                               ha,                

                                                      ha, 

wow another au? i cant BELIEVE