japlegend:

iraffiruse:

Frozach Submitted

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unclesokka:

watertribechieftain:

Hakoda beamed with pride for his firstborn, and quickly wrapped an arm around his shoulders, squeezing the slim boy to his side with strength heightened by the surprise at his joke having turned out to be true.  ”Let me guess, you carved a boomerang into it?”

Sokka beamed brightly as he let out a bit of a childish laugh. His father always did have a strong hug. “No, but trust me I thought about it. It’s just boomerang’s are way too hard to do on a traditional betrothal necklace.” he frowned a little and rubbed his arm. “Actually I did a crescent moon and the rising sun.”

"Well, that’s great," the older warrior confirmed, picturing the little blue choker vividly as he remembered the girl whose graceful, pale neck it would adorn.  "I still think you should have gone with a boomerang.

(Source: hybriddevil)

watertribechieftain asked: -punches in the arm- "So, did you marry that girl yet?"

hybriddevil:

     Sokka jumped after being punched in the arm, as he turned he was about to yell at whoever had done that…that was until he saw who it was.

     ”Dad!” he smiled brightly and just rubbed his arm sheepishly. Through all his excitement he realized that he hadn’t told his dad yet. He felt a little bad to be honest. But he was here now and he’d tell him just what the development was in his relationship with Suki.

"I proposed to her and you should see the necklace I made for her. I think you’d be proud of my handiwork." Sokka grinned brightly.

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        “Oh and she said yes! Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Things have been kinda crazy around here. But then again when isn’t it?”

Hakoda beamed with pride for his firstborn, and quickly wrapped an arm around his shoulders, squeezing the slim boy to his side with strength heightened by the surprise at his joke having turned out to be true.  ”Let me guess, you carved a boomerang into it?”

(Source: lydiasgotstiles, via attack-on-avatars)

telepathicsilvy:

ask-raven-the-teen-titan:

marmarluzu:

snow-death:

BOW DOWN TO THE KING 

REBLOG IF YOU EVER SEE THE CREATOR OF TUMBLR .
Rule one: Reblog the creator.
Rule two: If you don’t blog the creator, get off of Tumblr
Rule three: It is impossible to ignore rule one so rule two is generally invalid.

😆😐

Third time reblogging…

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MOM WHY

telepathicsilvy:

ask-raven-the-teen-titan:

marmarluzu:

snow-death:

BOW DOWN TO THE KING 

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REBLOG IF YOU EVER SEE THE CREATOR OF TUMBLR .


Rule one: Reblog the creator.

Rule two: If you don’t blog the creator, get off of Tumblr

Rule three: It is impossible to ignore rule one so rule two is generally invalid.

😆😐

Third time reblogging…

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MOM WHY

(Source: wurnbo, via twinkletoesaang)

therising-tides:

-Stands awkwardly-

 Katara smiled as she held her father’s hand and stood on the tips of her toes. She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and used her free hand to wrap around Hakoda’s neck. “You’re the best Dad.”

Part of Hakoda’s stomach lurched at the regretfully unfamiliar feeling of his daughter’s hands in his, but far more disquieting was the sense of recognition he had of that sensation; it was the same soft, easy glide of skilled fingers in his her mother exhibited so many years ago, back when Kanna’s hair still had color and he was just the goofy son of the village chief, sneaking out on a canoe with the twelve year old girl who would one day give him the two most beautiful, kind hearted and courageous children the world had seen, whose idea of risque was still the ghost of her lips on an even younger boy’s cheek.  Hakoda fiercely returned her embrace as if by reflex, nerves relaxed by the heartbreakingly familiar scent of the girl’s curly tumble of chocolate hair.

No other arm had wrapped around his neck since the doomed woman gave him his morning embrace on that fateful day, and its familiarity coming from his daughter, her legacy, was all the more unbearable.  All the elder chief could do was nod in reply, holding his daughter, the image of his departed bride, as tightly as he could, as though the tide would pull her away like it had her mother if he let go.

(Source: hyetalrunic)

(Source: rightsideofpolitics, via varangoi)

Hakoda didn’t have a history of agreement with past Fire Lords by any means, but one thing that baffled him was the decision to build their palace so close and yet so far from the harbor, where the savory fragrance of the salty sea air ever lingered; far be it from him to deny the hospitality of the day-old Fire Lord, but the chief decided he needed something to distract himself from the perfumed air of the palace, so different from the ocean fragrance affixed to the air of his home far to the south, and decided to check on his daughter, smirking at the thought that after so many months of traveling with her brother and their friends, this could be the first time she’s slept alone since then.  A warm smile lingering on his face, the old warrior gave a gentle knock on her door.

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bestilltherain:

watertribechieftain:

If there was one thing that could instantly banish anger from his mind, it was the sight of his daughter in pain.  His arms swiftly enveloped her shoulders after he heard that gut wrenching swallow of hers, and gently stroked her back.  The last thing he wanted was for both of them to have that furious storm raging in them.  ”Yon Rha…”

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“It was because of me, Dad,” Katara’s voice croaked as she pressed her face into his firm chest, tears streaming down. “He was—He was looking for the last waterbender. She said it was her so she’d be taken prisoner, but—but he wasn’t taking prisoners that day…and he…” Her fingers gripped tightly his front, a choked sob ripping itself from her throat.

Slowly, the old warrior’s chest swelled as he felt her face pressing into him, an occasional tremor shaking his hand as it tangled in her wild and unbound hair.  ”Shhhh, it’s okay…”  Still, despite the comfort he offered, a little storm of rage brewed in him as the scene unfolded in his mind as she related; he wasn’t particularly clear on the details, having declined to make an eight year old girl describe her mother’s death, but now that he knew, what reaction could he have but lupine fury?

bestilltherain:

watertribechieftain:

bestilltherain:

imagewatertribechieftain replied to your post: // Difficult Question: Why didn’t you kill Yon…

“… Who’s Yon Rha?”

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“…”

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“…The man who killed Mom.”

Hakoda’s jaw and fists clenched on their own accord as she broke the news to him, his mind darting to the location of the knife in his boot for a second before returning to his daughter, quickly studying her expression as his mind raced for a response.  ” … Are you sure?”

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“Yes…” A deep, shaky, breath was taken in a vain attempt to steady and quell the surge of emotion stirring up in her chest. Her hands clasped at her bare forearms, tightly. “He—When Zuko and I found him, he…he described to me what happened after I left to find you.” She swallowed, eyes shutting tightly and eyebrows creasing as her expression morphed into one of pain, agony, loss. “I-It was him.”

If there was one thing that could instantly banish anger from his mind, it was the sight of his daughter in pain.  His arms swiftly enveloped her shoulders after he heard that gut wrenching swallow of hers, and gently stroked her back.  The last thing he wanted was for both of them to have that furious storm raging in them.  ”Yon Rha…”

bestilltherain:

imagewatertribechieftain replied to your post: // Difficult Question: Why didn’t you kill Yon…

“… Who’s Yon Rha?”

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“…”

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“…The man who killed Mom.”

Hakoda’s jaw and fists clenched on their own accord as she broke the news to him, his mind darting to the location of the knife in his boot for a second before returning to his daughter, quickly studying her expression as his mind raced for a response.  ” … Are you sure?”

godmother-of-smut asked: "I haven't seem you for a while." The reporter put a hand on her hip.

"It would appear so."

Anonymous asked: Do you have any grand kids?

Hakoda had little choice but to purse his lips at the question presented to him by the grey face, disappointed in himself and the distance from his children.  Still, they were both still teenagers, and young ones at that, so he was relatively confident that Katara wouldn’t allow a man to get that close at her age, though Sokka was something of a different case, already having made a girlfriend or two by the time they reunited on the shores of Chameleon Bay.  Still, it was quite the long shot.  ”If I do, Sokka and Katara haven’t told me anything, and they would absolutely tell me.”

ragnar-lothbrok-rp asked: "So you're a 'chief'. I guess you're battle against the one before you was one they shall tell stories about for generations?"

"Not exactly.  At the South Pole, the chief decides who his replacement will be before dying, but it isn’t uncommon for him to be replaced shortly after.  With raid after raid coming from the Fire Nation and a good deal of community, there was no place for personal squabbles, so no one really protested."