Not just Aang, either. This movie shouldn't have ANY white people in it. D: gossymer has some icons here.
Ryan: For a wonder, I shall eschew pointlessly flirting with Simon today.
Von Smith of the Indulgent Nonsense: I will make like Marvin Gaye and sing You're All I Need to Get By and sound like a tortured cat.
Judges: We shall heap praise upon you because you're as good as gone anyway; this week belongs to the girls.
f: Tortured. Cat.
Taylor: I shall sing If I Ain't Got You while dressed as cyberpunk heroine. And a loli.
Kara: Um yes I has a question! Are you a cyberpunk heroine or a loli.
Paula: You have a beautiful instrument.
Randy: She's not a boy, Paula.
Simon: Who are you again?
f: Hmph, I thought she was okay. >.>
Ryan: Simon, you need some new shirts. I'll buy you some.
Simon: Pick me up some trousers, too. And some underpants.
Geek Boy: I've been reading about myself on the Internet and people think I'm dorky so I've started going to a gym. I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues.
Simon: You're like a hamster trying to be a tiger.
f: He's kind of sweet, but I fear he's toast. :\
Ariana Dumbledore: The Winner Takes It All does not sound like this. But I'm making it ~contemporary~ so it's okay! :D
Judges: That really fucking sucked.
f: I am traumatised. I did not realise it was possible to mess up ABBA this badly. D:
Ju'Not: I will make Hey There Delilah sounds really creepy because there are handcuffs hanging down my hip.
Judges: Wow, we... totally didn't expect this to be good.
f: I kind of like this guy, actually. I'm rooting for him even though boys are doomed this week.
Anti-Drama Llama: Give Me One Reason to stay on American Idol!
Judges: We are having serious trouble coming up with nice things to say about you. Damn you, girls, why are you sucking so much tonight? Top 12 needs moar girls!
Nathaniel: I'll sing I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That) because that makes me ~unique~.
Judges: Congratulations, you gave Simon the embarrassment squick!
f: JFC, has this kid LISTENED to this song? Cutesy little smiles, bippity-bop dancing, and theatrical hand gestures do not go well with it! WTF. W.T.A.F.
Nathaniel: Hee hee, my mom and I totally danced around the house to this song!1
f: That makes you both MORONS. If you don't understand the goddamn lyrics, try watching the video, asshole. Wow, I'm really angry about this. >.>
Ryan: *fondles Simon's hand*
f: Oh, come ON. XD
Felicia: I got cut from the top 36 but now I'm back! Joanna Pacitti was booted for reasons not entirely clear! Everything's Going to Be All Right!
Judges: We're completely desperate for America to vote girls, so the producers even made Simon say it was great.
f: I am so sick of listening to the judges struggle to find nice things to say.
Blind Piano Dude: I shall sing Mandolin Rain and be the first person all night to pick a song that suits me!
Judges: omg. dude. thank you for not sucking. ;_;
f: I'm pretty sure he'll be one of the two boys still left.
Texan Barbie: This One's for the Girls.
Judges: Your singing sucks, but you have PERSONALITY. And that's IMPORTANT.
f: omg make them all go awayyyyy. D: D:
Enrique Iglesias: I will sing Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me while staring somewhat creepily.
Paula: squee squee squee
Simon: Wow, you don't suck. Why are all the boys better than the girls? Where the fuck were the producers looking?
Randy: I'm going to take one for the team and attempt to criticise your singing even though you were way better than everyone else tonight.
Kara: I can't not fangirl you. Sorry, producers.
Enrique Iglesias: *snif*
f: First time all night the singing actually ~affected~ me. And d'aww @ weepy!Enrique.
Lil Rounds: I shall sing Be Without You and I will not betray anyone's expectations.
Judges: OH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NOT SUCKING WE LOVE YOU YOU CAN BE THE NEXT AMERICAN IDOL OKAY.
f: YES I AGREE AFTER THE NIGHT WE'VE HAD IT'S LIKE HAVING ANGELS SING TO ME. But either way, I really adore her.
Dear Kinney, that was excruciating. I'm off to watch Bleach 209 to attempt to knock myself out of this bad-singing-induced stupor.