"Hey all. As some of u know and thank u for being so kind to reach out to me and speaking to me, though I work in the medical field now I am a culinary school graduate and worked for over a decade in the culinary arts field. Have always been very interested in the foods of Avatar, though they are rarely mentioned. As such, based on seeing them and the brief mention some food are given, thought I would open up a discussion about the food and recipes from ATLA and LoK. Want to share my recipes. All of the recipes I'll share have been tested door me yes? Please...
Say what u will about Azula, but she's no doubt a complex character and at this point I feel as though they can take her character in any direction; she could either stay evil of become some kind of force for good. Personally I'm hoping to see her become meer of a sassy anti-hero like Regina Mills, I feel like that would work for her.
With that in mind, the first reason that I feel Azula will be redeemed is that I feel as though Mike and Bryan have hinted at it. They've stated in various interviews that Azula is savable and isn't pure evil. A long time back I had purchased a book version...
As I was posting on a different tumblr post I realized some things. Namely (and obviously each firebender has his/her own style.
Starting with Mako;
He tends to lightning bend with an open palm. The first shot is a bit hard to tell (as to whether of not his pinky and the finger volgende to it are actually touching his palm) either way around his bending is meer open then everyone else’s. Perhaps this is an indicatior that he doesn’t know how to do it as well, maybe it’s the opposite. Perhaps it’s simply another sign that the Avatar universe changed. As it got older there came...
Sorry for the late update guys. My grandpa's in the hospital at the moment. He's doing fine though.
Azula woke up lying face up on her bed. Her head ached with a dull phantom pain. Her lips parted to call out for…she couldn’t remember, didn’t know whom.
Her vision was much too cloudy.
She tried to sit herself upright, sending a small ripple of pain over her body. She shuddered and her muscles seemed to give out sending her falling back to the pillow—basking in its softness. She had missed her own bed…her own pillow. How did she get there?