I do not care for shipping with ponies and I do not care for shipping in this show!
...But Bolin and Korra should have been a thing, I think...
Um...
I see what you mean about shipping ponies. I found myself almost doing that once, and I'm like HOLY SHIT HOMESTUCK FANDOM RUINED ME. Thankfully, I can just ship them all as moirails, since it's freakin' canon anyway.
But what's wrong with shipping Avatar and Korra characters?
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...I'm just not interested in shipping, or at least not to the point where I'd fight someone over it. I focus on relationships in the show first and foremost and will never claim that the creators are wring on the relationship front unless they handle it really badly.
That's about it, really.
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I see what you mean about shipping ponies. I found myself almost doing that once, and I'm like HOLY SHIT HOMESTUCK FANDOM RUINED ME. Thankfully, I can just ship them all as moirails, since it's freakin' canon anyway.
But what's wrong with shipping Avatar and Korra characters?
Logistics, first and foremost, i.e, all of the Avatar characters are either ancient or dead. Not that it ever stopped shippers before.
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
Hilarious in a sad way revelation: The love triangle that the fandom invented out of thin air for the Last Airbender was still not as stupid as the one the writers came up with for Korra.
oh shit man
oh shit
so many fucks are going to be flying
it's a shoulder fight
Fight? There isn't going to be a fight. It will be a shoulder massacre. Tendons flying all over the place.
Originally Posted by Dmatix
Originally Posted by nostalgebraist
Guys, someone just told me that Vriska's death might serve as a suggestion that she was too "dangerous" to have a relationship with John, and I got mad.
I think this thread is rubbing off on me.
It's not so bad. Until the voices start.
Kill everyone
Really, this thread is just fine.
Never leave us, We will make you stay.
Yeah.
Originally Posted by kaoticAntagonist
Originally Posted by Dastardly bananas
I'm gone for 20 minutes, come back, and we're talking about rape.
I'm not sure how to react to that.
uh, yeah.
sorry for fucking with your thread there.
Originally Posted by ArmsAreLoud
I leave for two minutes and this thread is gradually losing it's clothing.
Originally Posted by Dastardly bananas
Originally Posted by phantasmalDexterity
Originally Posted by Dastardly bananas
Originally Posted by phantasmalDexterity
Originally Posted by Ace of Dark-Hearts
Originally Posted by NotPete
Just piles and piles of Dirk.
Dirk's sprite will be prototyped with Dirk and Dirk.
His consorts will be Dirks.
Also, his planet is a Dirk.
And, as a super special twist, Dirk is...
a Dirk.
LE is Dirk.
The entire universe is actually just billions of little Dirk's. However, Lord Engdirk wants to be the only Dirk in existence, so he tries to destroy the universe.
Homestuck, solved.
LE is the ectobiological son of Dirk and Dirk. He has double the normal dose longing for Jake in him. That's why he tske up the name English.
Homestuck SOLVED 2x combo
Because he has a 2x JAKE LONGING combo, he wants to eliminate his Dirkly competition via universe destruction. Unfortunately, he fails to realize that destroying the universe would destroy Jake too. When he destroys the universe and subsequently kills Jake, he falls into depression and kills himself. Because there are no longer any Dirks, Homestuck cannot sustain itself. And so it ends.
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
As near as I can tell it is set to be in the Southern Water Tribe 60-90% of the time, and people like her parents will be focused on.
My anticipation gland is torn between going as crazy as it did the first time and the feelings of betrayal it has experienced. It has no idea what to do.
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Agreeing with the "Cautious Optimism" stance here. If they manage to pull this off, however, then it will be an awesome season.
Hopefully Bolin gets more characterization this time around!
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And now I have visions of Amon as the Spirit world equivalent of a Scooby Doo villain
"And I would have succeeded in my plans to exterminate bending if it hadn't been for you meddling kids!"
And now for some picspam!
Arson is bad.
Be the Leaf...
Full...Circle?
LOOK AT THE FANARTS!
When you see this face, run like shit.
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And finally, the greatest movie that never existed...
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And making shit that's bad and retroactively making it good.
to think, this thought has been going through George Lucas's mind for the past 20 years when he looks back at the Star Wars films... even the newer ones now. And the fandom shall chant "Han shot first!" forever more.
(kinda just hope he'd take the "remake" bug that seems to be going around, and just make a total CGI Star Wars remake and leave the old ones alone)
As for Korra, i'm kind of optimistic. I would rather consider the first season a stand alone series. I think they did a good thing by taking a short time skip, i personally would've liked to see it be it by years rather then months (say when she is 30 and has a life with a family). Having her life uprooted then would be far more tramatic imo.