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Kodi 17 ios. Sokka was a Water Tribe warrior of the Southern Water Tribe and the son of Chief Hakoda and Kya. Following the death of his mother and his father's departure for war, Sokka was raised by his grandmother. Sokka - Avatar Wiki, the Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra resource. Film critics appreciated the first season of Avatar: The Last Airbender because it attracted the attention of 'an audience beyond the children's market with crisp animation and layered storytelling.' 13 As for the video and picture quality, Gord Lacey from TVShowsOnDVD.com claims 'the colors are bright, and the picture is nearly flawless.'
You know how your first kiss is supposed to be perfect?
They say it's always bliss: standing beneath a sunset, a warm breeze flowing past you: his arms encircling you in a way that's just so, his hard chest pressed against yours, and your mouth somehow manoeuvres its way to his. Then, suddenly…fireworks! Explosions of excitement and little tingles tickling your spine: the hair on your neck goes suddenly rigid and warm feelings travel to places that they probably shouldn't. Then you pull away and he smiles at you, this lovely, warm smile – the one you've fallen so heavily for. You grin back, a tiny, almost non-existent blush staining your cheeks: because you're not the slightest bit embarrassed, no…you're COMPLETELY used to all this strange behaviour, you've done it over and over in your mind until you know exactly what you're doing.
And then, because this moment just couldn't possibly be anymore perfect, he tells you he loves you and you tell him the same: then you fall into each other's arms and more fireworks, more 'I love you's, et cetera…
You know what?
That's a load of bison pie.
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That never happens, only in sappy fairytales and dreams. In fact, your first kiss should probably be classed as a 'hazardous and highly dangerous experience' and avoided like the bubonic plague. It is the first and foremost horrible and awkward thing that you will ever have to go through.
Well, apart from your first period. But that's just another story in my hall of horrific memories.
Your first kiss does NOT happen in some beautiful location, with butterflies flitting about or rays of sun dappling the ground beneath you. Your lips do not conveniently know where to place themselves. There are no tingles or warm feelings: more like squirminess of the stomach and an uncertainty of what to do with tongues and hands.
My first kiss, of course, is what has biased me toward this theory. It was one pleasantly balmy summer noon, when I had finally finished cleaning everyone's clothing in the stream that ran adjacent to our tents. I was paddling about in the shallows, my pants rolled to my knees, when he was suddenly beside me. The whole thing started okay…I got the usual butterflies in my stomach, and my face was suddenly hot. That happens when Zuko is about: those amber eyes and dark hair; that smooth skin over hard muscle. We talked about small things: dinner, cleaning and the state Sokka's tent was in. He held my hand in his: it was soft and warm and nice. Comfortable, you know? We were no more than teens with huge crushes on one another. Not lovers.
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But, strangely, I suddenly found myself facing him and he had this odd look on his face. One that said, 'I'm about to do something impulsive – look out!' I immediately went red and began to stutter: he seemed to do the same, but then his arms were around my waist in a somewhat awkward way, and his face was very, very close to mine. Dragon ball z all episodes list in hindi. So close that those lovely golden, ovular eyes became blurry and I could see every tiny hair on his cheeks. This would have been a very nice to regard for anyone who knew what they were doing, but I had never gone through such a thing and this whole new experience was utterly terrifying. I did the classic, 'Oh dear me, I seem to have to be doing something completely irrelevant to whatever you're thinking of doing', but this tactic failed miserably and he silenced me with a finger to my mouth. Then, to my horror, he was pulling me closer and I was supposed to somehow direct my lips onto his: I managed to get them pretty close, brushing my mouth instead over the tip of his nose, then to above his own lips…and, finally, onto my target.
To tell the truth, there was no funny feeling of elation or eternal bliss, just…wetness. That's all it was. Wet, squishy, and pretty much tasteless. No: oh, yummy, he tastes like chocolate and cream and every other delicious desert on the planet. Just…wet. And then suddenly it was over and there was no whispered, 'I love you.' Instead I made a crazed sprint to my tent and hid in there until dinnertime.
After dinner, of course, he managed to corner me and I wound up pulled against his lovely, warm chest and his arms were entwining me in just the right way. And then those lips were back on mine, but this time it was completely different: it was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted, and there were fireworks so bright they were blinding and tingles were suddenly aroused from nowhere and they rushed to every location of my body, crackling like electricity and it was so, so perfect…
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To whom it may concern, I would like to inform you that although the first kiss should be shunned like the darkest of evils, every kiss after that is certainly worth your while.