the choice

korralized:

“Choose wisely, Avatar.”

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WOW, thanks for all the likes and reblogs, everyone!! I guess this is making a comeback? So here you go, for those of you new here. It’s by far my best work on this blog.

Oh, and you’ll need this.

mytempotantrum:

“Try” - P!nk (2012)

Never forget.

flyingmilkpig:

Okay guys! It’s OFFICIAL! I can FINALLY say why Ive been SO BUSY and havent been posting!

Im ON THE LEGEND OF KORRA TEAM! Full time!!!!

For awhile, Ive been working on the b/g paint.. Then I got to take a test for the Background design.. And I actually got in! So be expecting more updates from me NOW ON!!! I will actually have time to do more!!! OMG!!! Love love!!!!

Hope everyone is welL!!!!!!! 

(via bolinprobender)

jellicle-ball:

Saying goodbye to summer with Korra and the girls. I think it somehow developed into a “Wish You Were Here”kind of postcard thing, but I’m okay with that.

I’ll clean it up with color and junk later, but I just wanted to get it out there for now.

“put an end to this sad story.”

(Source: friendsiamgone, via -everdeen)

Motorcycle Lessons

coolunderfirestyle:

So far, so good. They were moving at a slow pace, a safe pace. The wheels were turning, the handle bars were steering and they were making good time along the dirt paths around the island. Mako had relaxed enough to let his guard down slightly, allowing his eyes to travel from the road ahead of them, to the scenic view of the bay offered on all sides of the island. It was beautiful, the water sparkling with the rising sun, the cityscape, tall and magnificent. Maybe they would get out of this alive. Currently, Korra wasn’t as bad of a driver as he had anticipated. Maybe the previous near death experience would be the only one and they’d come out of this joking and laughing, safe and sound.

But then again, this was Korra after all. 

At the sound of her voice, sounding hesitant and questionable, Mako whipped his head back around, craning it up over the avatar’s shoulder.

Stairs. Why had he forgotten the stairs?

The government issued satocycles were extraordinary pieces of machinery. Installed with a stable frame to keep the rider in place, they were some of the best bikes an officer could own. All of the bikes came installed with multi-terrain wheels and they were extremely adaptable. Mako had driven it on grass, rocks, asphalt, even the slippery snow covered streets. But for some reason, Mako was doubting very much it’s ability to climb the steep, uneven stairscases that inhabited Air Temple Island. 

Guess they’d have to find out.

“Korra, let me steer.” It came out as more of a demand than he had been expecting, but his heart was hammering again and he needed to be in control of the bike. He reached his arms under her’s once again, resting his chin on her shoulder. Of course, Korra being who she was, refused to let go of the handlebars. It’d have to work. Fingers squeezed down on the brakes gently, slowing them just enough so that when they took the first step, nothing too drastic would happen. 

“Just.. hold on tight, alright?”

They were in for one bumpy ride.

Holding on was no longer a question so much as an inevitability. She was definitely going to hold on—no matter what. It was just about the only thing that translated from riding Naga to this machine. Hold on. It was also the only thing that didn’t require much if any skill.

So for once, without any hesitation at all, Korra was actually doing as she was told.

Then again, there was just a hint of rebellion in her still. If the trick was really just easing off on the gas, decelerating to take the steps head on, that was something she could do. Really, he was going to relegate her to a ride-along again when all that was required was a softer hand? She could have a softer hand! She’d show him she could have a softer hand.

Uh oh. Her softer hand also meant battling his for a grip of control again, and in doing so, turned those handlebars. Just a little, a smidgeon, a teensy tiny bit, barely noticeable—except that with the jolt of the latest step it sent them veering toward the side of the staircase, bike now parallel to every bump it was forced to take. They were looking at either tipping over and falling down half a flight of stairs with the satocycle on top of them…

Or there was the chance they could, maybe, potentially, possibly, hypothetically make the jump over the stone barrier to land on the path below. “Mako—” was unfortunately the only thing she managed to say; it seemed like if he wanted to try the stunt, it’d be all him. At least her ‘soft’ hands wouldn’t be getting in the way anymore.

iavatarkorra:

I Makorra’d…

These two are literally going to be the death of me. 

water-bender-mei:

fuckyeahavatarshipping:

My Peace by *Gaia77

Is korra prego?? WHAT??

(via crossroadofdestiny)

(Source: wildefiress, via private-is-preferred)