Natalie makes sunny ol' South Florida her home as she faces the quotidian hardships and struggles of studying at the neighborhood community college, scavenging far and wide for employment, and her willy-nilly love life.
She places her best efforts in employing this novel, foreign concept described as optimism in hopes of eventually figuring out this wibbly-wobbly, silly-nilly thing called life .
Silly girl, will you ever learn?
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This is just so incredibly sexy.
They are just radiating pure sex appeal that is absolutely captivating and radiant.
MASAMI <333
They look gorgeous together! I MEAN LOOK AT THEM!
I’m gonna be shipping this forever.
YUS.
You can’t deny that Masami was a really god damn unfairly fucking hot ship.
you know, i’m not that upset that masami broke up
they were my otp and all but
mako’s a complete asshole, and I was getting sick of it. Asami deserves better. Hell, Korra deserves better.
WHICH IS WHY I’M SHIPPING IROH/ASAMI IRAMI/ASIROH?
YES, ASIROH
It has been a smooth sailing with you all, but I predict our ship will finally come to its demise today.
So let’s just embrace our current canon as hard as you can right now, because not even Canon can beat endgame (makorra).
/sniffles
They wrap their arms around each other and he swings her around, still locked in the kiss and its terribly sweet
meh ill dismiss the makorra ending as a friend and a crush being really afraid of their friend/crush being dead
Hey Ally I met someone!
OMG, SEYCHELLE. OMG, SHE SAID TOOT TOOT.
AND MY NAME.
BUT YOU GUYS….THE SHIP
THE SHIP
Toot! Toot!
“It’ll be okay.”
He said the words so calm. As though her home wasn’t just raided; as though she didn’t need to leave behind all she knew. As though her father wasn’t an Equalist.
She gazed at the lights of Republic City, now distant and tiny as stars from her perch in the police airship. Each little flicker was a window to a family—a window to mothers and fathers breaking bread across from sons and daughters, or maybe newlyweds getting ready to go to sleep. Here was a brother reading about the tales of Aang and his friends. There was a sister writing about her first encounter with the new boy at school. Every square of light was stability. Order. A reminder that all was right with the world.
Except nothing was right and Asami didn’t have a world anymore. She blinked her eyes toward Mako and then buried herself in his chest and lost herself in the rhythm of his heart and breath. She felt his arms envelop her and beat beat beat breathe in breathe out and she was safe in that warm protective darkness.
“It’ll be okay,” he repeated softly. He gently kissed her head.
“I know,” she whispered into the folds of his scarf.
And she knew.
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Based on LoK Episode 7
