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I just finishes Korra and I have to do it

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how can you even be a woman without going absolutely batshit insane

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EUPHORIA Fuck Anyone Who’s Not a Sea Blob

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wave studies feat miss korra and her gf

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sketching korrasami for serotonin

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a more realistic reinterpretation of the watertribe’s visual theme

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*stomps feet aggressively* MORE BENDERS!! (and asami) BEING!! JOCKS!!

[follow me on ig for more!! ✨]

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so many panels of pro-colonialist bullshit. not a single panel of katara punching zuko in the face. alas

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men’s loyalty to violence is disturbing.  when women want a life free of abuse, assault, threat, & coercion, men’s first suggestion is “learn to fight back. learn to defend yourself”.  i don’t want my life to be a fight.  i don’t want to “prove myself” through inflicting pain & fear.  i don’t find violence and physical conflict fulfilling or self-actualising.   they’re exhausting & dehumanizing

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Engineer Asami is my favorite.

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hey y’all, remember this post i made that i had no idea was going to go viral:

i wrote an essay about korra and my identity as a first generation immigrant that i hope explains why i am so particularly defensive of this beautiful, kind, good character. here’s an excerpt: 

Korra wrings her hands in uncertainty, and the poison moves faintly in her joints like a ghost, an echo of who she once was. Being the Avatar was her only identity, where love wore the same clothing as service and sacrifice, where pain and sadness had been the floorboards of her haunted house. She knew she would give her body up for the world some day, and she accepted that that day when she turned herself over to Zaheer. She thinks out loud, “Why would I want to keep the poison inside of me…?”

Korra should’ve died. She wonders if she would have finally fulfilled her duty then, finally free in death. But instead, she’s here, muscles eroded cell by cell, bones licked to its center by mercury, blue eyes dim and gray; she thrashes in her sleep like a hit bird and dreams of martyrdom and the shit that weighs her down. Instead of closure, she got a death that just won’t end. . . 

Twins of destiny, weapons who came to peace. 

i hope y’all enjoy <33 

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i’m a bit busy so i’m only drawing tiny amounts of fanart at a time. it’s relaxing though so i can draw fanart as a reward for working hard all day first. just have to make sure i won’t get lost in it for hours haha;;

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I’m tired Katara, I’m so tired (insp)

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the scariest thing about having an unreliable memory is like?? was it really as bad as i remember it being ?? what if i deserved it??? what if it was my fault the whole time?? i don’t know!! i can’t remember!!!!!

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a woman in a film: *takes another woman’s hand and squeezes it gently in a gesture of support*

my content-starved wlw ass:

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“Tonight I can write (The Saddest Lines),” Pablo Neruda / frenchtoastlesbian / Hozier / “seven,” Taylor Swift / Fleabag, Phoebe Waller-Bridge