The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog.
I feel like I’ve been preparing for this image all my life.
The internet is over, everyone can go home
It’s just as beautiful as I always imagined.
My life is complete.
Life is over as we know it
This is why i think Avatar should be R rated
If you wanted to take it a step further, you could argue that water benders could take out all the fluid from someones body, turning them into a mummified husk
and a highly skilled metal bender could control the iron in another person’s blood, kinda like what Magneto does in X-Men a lot
What a great time to be anaemic.
waterbenders surfing through the battlefield on a wave of blood.
"on a wave of blood"
but yes, let us continue with this gore fest!
Is there possibly a way that firebenders or airbenders could raise the body temperature of an individual to the point where your burning/melting from the inside out?
or what about earthbenders being able to break bones since bones are made up of various metals
of course along with non-metals but that’s beside the point?
god bless this fandom. we’re all growing up and turning into psychos
Edgar Wright and Raul Esparza on a midnight cruise.
One wears a sash of black and red embroidered fine and soft,
the other with a flag he drapes around his neck aloft.
They walk and talk around the ship, with noone else around.
Raul crooning softly as his voice does sooth the night,
and Edgar smiling sheepishly with childlike delight.
Raul does ask about Wright’s sash and asks why it is worn.
To which he does reply that it does represent his love,
and that he cannot think of any that he cares for above.
Then Wright remarked upon Raul and why he has his flag.
Raul just sighs as Edgar looks at him with high regard,
and says “I hate explaining this, its fucking Eddie Izzard.”
Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.