So this is it, this is the end by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
So this is it, this is the end
So this is it. After about four years Avatar is coming to an end. Im excited for the ending and heartbroken. I guess like Yues father put in season 1, So proud, and sad.
Now about the ships. Really no matter what happens Ill love the finale.
But truth be told, throughout the series Ive always been a Zutara fan. Its actually the first ship Ive ever shipped for anything (including Harry Potter).
While I think its most likely that Kataang will happen I just want to say once and for all that the amount of Zutara evidence has been substantial and not far fetched. Hell, Bryke gave us mo
We are immortal
Our thoughts becoming reality
And our minds sustaining
The imagination
The imagined
And the loved
The heart and spirit
Making the impossible
Probable
Making the nonexistent
Exist
And live
And live on
Beating in time with reality
Just beyond the tangible
But within our being's grasp
The Lady of Bei Fong
Toph sat in front of a mirror, her small fingers grazing her lips as she stared, unseeingly at the mirror. It was really quite useless to have a mirror in her room, but try telling her parents that. They just wanted her to be as seemingly normal as possible, which wasnt possible at all. Toph could barely count the numberless times she had sat in that very spot, steadying her suffocated breaths. The weight of the darkness that constantly surrounded her was nothing compared to the weight of her parents hold on her. She desperately needed an escape. It was difficult enough to sneak off to find the badger moles t
The Boiling Rock: MaikovZutara by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
The Boiling Rock: MaikovZutara
Spoilerz, yo
So I saw the Boiling Rock parts 1 and 2. Very epic, very nice. Dont ask me for the link because its not wise for a deviant to post bootleg things so obviously. But I will tell you that the link is floating around out there and is pretty easy to find.
But anyway, looking back on the episodes I want to talk a bit about Maiko and Zutara.
Now I was a closet Zutarian during season 1, an open Zutarian during season 2, and an avid Zutarian during season 3 until now.
I know! Betrayal!
But after seeing part 2 of the Boiling Rock I have come to believe that Mai deserves Zuko. I always liked Mai before
My Heart Opens at the Close by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
My Heart Opens at the Close
My heart opens at the close
My soul connects with yours right now
And every step you take I'm beside you all the way
I will be with you till the end, I swear this day
I owe you all my life for you've given me all of yours
I will see you through your triumph
I will see you to the end.
Refrain:
I don't think I've ever loved you more than I do now
May those blissful powers bless the children now
And may they see you through your sacrifice
As you enter the forest to lay down your life.
I don't think it's possible
That I will never see you again
Death is but a great adventure
And surely not the end
And I will return to you
I promi
Inhale
Did you see what went in?
As you breathed?
Do you know how many die per second?
1.78
107 per minute
6390 per hour
153 thousand per day
56 million per year
I dont know about the soul
But I know about the flesh
Have you ever been to a funeral?
From dust to dust
Did you know 70 percent of household dust
Comes from epidermia?
And every cubic meter you breath contains
15 million particles of dust?
And you breathe 22 thousand times
a day
So as you breathe, you breathe in
330 billion particles of dust
231 billion of which is
The past
The present
The people
Death of an Orange
So ripe and soft. Hands squeeze the thick porous skin, already exploding with moister. A nail makes a slit that allows the flesh to be peeled steadily off in random patterns. First a small piece, ripped aside to reveal the flaky, white underbelly of the skin as well as the sweet, golden fruit itself. The next piece of skin ripped away is larger, the first having given better access for the fingers. The skin is shed, gently at first, but then more eagerly as the conquest is reached. Finally the shell is tossed aside and the orange revealed, full to bursting. It is split in two, by hand, liquid running down the finger
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 8 by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 8
Drink From My Cup
Chapter Eight: Ive Got A Lovely Bunch of Horcruxes Deedledee
Pitted against the fires of hell
I stand alone
Unless I were to give myself
Blindly. Then I would stand
Strong. But not with my own strength
Since weakness is a mans best friend
Strength is Gods alone.
Would she be here this late?
Lord Voldemort said she spends most of her free time here.
Do we really need to call him that when hes not around?
When can you ever be sure that hes not around?
Dolohov and Rosier entered the school library late in the evening, the day afte
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 7 by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 7
Drink From My Cup
Chapter Seven: Wrath
I may just be taking things too seriously
But I am rather cold
I seem to be all skin
And no bone
I have not been able to detect my soul
For quite some time
And I am more powerful
Than they know
I am rather cold
I am rather desperate
And I am dangerous
I am angry
I am trapped in this monotonous hell
I am strength and skill
Stuck in a body of flesh
Of fat and blood
A wasted mind
I have too much fat on the brain
I think Ill rip it off
And find the power and strength
I am no longer strength and harmony
But strength and rage
I am angry
You didnt notice how I changed before
Drink From My Cup
Chapter One: The End
It was over. Officially and indefinitely. Hermione felt as though a hundred years worth of worry had been lifted off her chest and she could breath again she didnt have to feel guilty smiling, and her and Ron could finally have the peace they needed.
Hermione and Ron they stood side by side behind Harry in the Headmasters office now, Dumbledores portrait beaming at Harry and Harry, worn and exhausted from going almost forty-eight hours with out sleep, having defeated the Dark Lord finally and for good. Hermiones heart swelled with pride and gratitude for her best fr
Drink From My Cup- Chapter Two by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
Drink From My Cup- Chapter Two
Drink From My Cup
Chapter Two: Riddles Revenge
Hermiones leg gave an involuntary twitch and her body awoke. Hermione let out a groan. Complete and utter exhaustion was gripping her body, which was still asleep as her brain began to grip consciousness. She felt like lead, her breathing ragged and hard as she slowly woke up. She let out another groan and her eyes fluttered open. She was lying where she had fallen only moments before. Her brain seemed to register the fact that Harry and Ron were no where to be found. With that realization Hermiones brain began to move a little bit faster, forcing her body to awake as well. She sat
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 3 by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 3
Drink From My Cup
Chapter Three: How To Breathe
First: sit
Disconnect
Dada
Nada
Nothing
Numb
The rush slips into your nostrils
Into your brain
Dizzying
And flooding
And somehow finds its way downward
Into the lungs
Expanding
And filling
Stuffed
So now there is nothing to do but purge
And up again it charges
A gust of wind
Invading the mouth
Irritating the tongue
Fighting the teeth
And exploding forth.
Next: Repeat
This time it was Hermiones body that awoke before her brain. A silent pulse beat in her chest, stirring her brain into focus. Why is it that she had awoken out of breath? Hermione turned her he
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 4 by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 4
Drink From My Cup
Chapter four: Illusions
Everyone keeps talkin time
Talkin rhyme
Everyone keeps saying how time goes by
And the seconds keep slipping away, fly by
But every spring ice melts like it did before
Every winter the temperature drops
Every autumn the leaves fall
And every morning the sun rises just as the day before
And the world aint getting any older
As its goes hurdling through space
To get back to where it was
Last year
Tom sat in the Great Hall, his arms crossed, staring at the double doors. All students besides the first years had already filed into the Great Hall and had taken a seat at their resp
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 5 by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 5
Drink From My Cup
Chapter Five: Lies
Please stop lying
Please stop lying
Dont you know that I believed you
Because I have roses in my eyes
Could you blame me?
She said, Im not happy. Theyre not happy.
But what do you expect when you expect
Roses in your eyes and diamonds on the ceiling.
The only ice you got is encrusted in your heart
Do me a favor
And get the fuck out of my head
Cuz I want my diamond ceiling
And the roses in my eyes
Life is so much better
When you dont know about the lies and
Could you blame me?
Could you blame me?
Hermiones schedule was everything she had wanted o
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 6 by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 6
Drink From My Cup
Chapter Six: Discoveries
Silence.
Like a heavy Waterfall
crushing the rocks beneath.
So strong, but weak under the torrent of
beating Water.
Once jagged and course
now become smooth and sleek-
polished to Perfection,
But silent.
Beauty brags for Itself.
Hush hush now, darling.
Tom Riddle sat in the Slytherin common room, before the fire. The room was empty, everyone having gone down to dinner. This wasnt the first time Tom had skipped dinner and it certainly wouldnt be the last there was something about sitting among the other students, chattering away stupidly and stuffing their faces full of
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 7 by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 7
Drink From My Cup
Chapter Seven: Wrath
I may just be taking things too seriously
But I am rather cold
I seem to be all skin
And no bone
I have not been able to detect my soul
For quite some time
And I am more powerful
Than they know
I am rather cold
I am rather desperate
And I am dangerous
I am angry
I am trapped in this monotonous hell
I am strength and skill
Stuck in a body of flesh
Of fat and blood
A wasted mind
I have too much fat on the brain
I think Ill rip it off
And find the power and strength
I am no longer strength and harmony
But strength and rage
I am angry
You didnt notice how I changed before
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 8 by Dadaismo, literature
Literature
Drink From My Cup- Chapter 8
Drink From My Cup
Chapter Eight: Ive Got A Lovely Bunch of Horcruxes Deedledee
Pitted against the fires of hell
I stand alone
Unless I were to give myself
Blindly. Then I would stand
Strong. But not with my own strength
Since weakness is a mans best friend
Strength is Gods alone.
Would she be here this late?
Lord Voldemort said she spends most of her free time here.
Do we really need to call him that when hes not around?
When can you ever be sure that hes not around?
Dolohov and Rosier entered the school library late in the evening, the day afte
Death of an Orange
So ripe and soft. Hands squeeze the thick porous skin, already exploding with moister. A nail makes a slit that allows the flesh to be peeled steadily off in random patterns. First a small piece, ripped aside to reveal the flaky, white underbelly of the skin as well as the sweet, golden fruit itself. The next piece of skin ripped away is larger, the first having given better access for the fingers. The skin is shed, gently at first, but then more eagerly as the conquest is reached. Finally the shell is tossed aside and the orange revealed, full to bursting. It is split in two, by hand, liquid running down the finger
So fandom, Harry Potter and Avatards alike, do you think that the relationships you build online are worthless?
Isn't that what a fandom is? If all a fandom was was a group of people showing eachother their work without any other sort of social interaction there would be no fandom! Fandoms consist of the exchange of ideas, opinions, and creations based on an item of popular culture.
But does speaking to each other solely on the internet narrow our human experience? Are we more bold online? Is the fact that we may act even slightly different online a bad one because we are shirking from acting genuinely?
And who is our genuine self? Our
So The Day of Black Sun has just aired and it was absolutely orgasmic. I'm very happy it broke the mediocre trend of season 3. I expect we won't be seeing any more "wtf" episodes.
I'll save the Avatar analysis of this episode to the fan forums
*Distant Horizon shout out*
So I can't draw. *sighs* I should take art classes and get on that.
But I can write! I've contributed to the Harry Potter fanbase with my fanfic and Project Legilimensia (see www.mugglenet.com)
but I have yet to contribute to the Avatar fanbase except for stalking amazing Avatar fanartists and favoriting everything they draw. (And Harry Potter fanartists too)
I'm