Natalie Scatorccio Somehow Managing To Serve Face In The Worst Of Circumstances: A Collection

this is the worst fucking day of my life, and yet i am not surprised in the slightest.

toph is an icon for disabled people. she’s one of so few blind characters who is a hero and whose disability is not her weakness or fatal flaw. while it does make her life harder, as any disability does, it also gives her strength. she is the greatest earthbender of her generation. she invented a whole new subsection of bending. the people behind the live action production had a chance to make history just by doing the bare minimum: casting a blind actress to play a blind character. they couldn’t even do that.

not only that, but they’re making her “slightly more feminine” to “humanize” her. as if there weren’t so many young girls out there who looked up to toph because she was weird and didn’t fit the mold. in “tales of ba sing se” she tells katara, “i don’t care what i look like. i’m not looking for anyone’s approval. i know who i am.” to have a female character who doesn’t conform to beauty standards is so important especially right now with the prevalent beauty influencer culture.

while the original cartoon’s representation of women wasn’t perfect, it was diverse. katara and ty lee were both feminine. they liked to dress up and look pretty. toph is not feminine. she grew up forced to dress in formal clothes and style herself a certain way and decided to liberate herself from that. all three of these women are incredibly strong and incredibly talented at what they do, and none of that is impacted by their appearance or gender presentation.

every day, my hatred for the netflix version of avatar grows.

Autistics trying to join a social group: i am autistic just so you know

Other people: no worries we are all wierd here :)

Natalie is the only one who never allowed herself even the illusion of normalcy or happiness after the rescue. The others made some attempt—however fragile—to rebuild their lives or blend into the world. Shauna and Melissa retreated into the façade of stability, marrying and raising children in the quiet rhythms of suburban life. Taissa found a family of her own and pursued a successful career as a lawyer and then a politician. Van poured herself into her pop culture passion by creating her video store and allowing herself to live through the past. Misty satisfied her need to be needed through her career as a geriatric nurse. Lottie created her cult (intentional community). Even Travis tried to build a life with someone (before Nat came back in).

But Nat never created anything for herself. She didn’t even let herself have a home, she lived out of motel rooms across the country for her whole life. She remained completely alone apart from toxic stints with Travis that ended disastrously and brief flings that she sabotaged before they could get anywhere.

Even though she’s colder, harsher, and less openly compassionate in the adult timeline, her moral compass is still strong. It's that very sense of right and wrong that condemns her. She can’t accept joy, can’t allow herself peace, because deep down, she believes she forfeited her right to those things in the wilderness. Every chance at connection, every moment of possible happiness, she sabotages—because she’s still carrying the weight of what they did, and she doesn't believe she deserves to ever put it down. While others try to bury the guilt of what they did out there, Nat wears it on her sleeve.

She’s the closest thing to a “savior” or “saint” in this story, but that’s exactly why she suffers the most.

I always wonder how Nat would've reacted if Misty where the one who died instead.

This is really interesting to think about actually. I think Nat would have a very complicated grief response, in line with how complicated Misty and Nat’s dynamic always was. I think it would hit her a lot harder than she would have expected, I think she would actually be quite devastated by it but also confused and frustrated at herself for grieving so deeply (“Why am I grieving when this person destroyed my life and was absolutely fucking insane?”). I think, outwardly, she would actually be kind of embarrassed to be that devastated over losing Misty and would probably try to hide it from the others, but I think she would have some private breakdowns about it for sure.

Misty hurt Nat in many ways, but beneath that anger, I think there was always a part of her that knew Misty was someone who, for all her faults, did care in her own twisted way. And Nat didn’t have many people who genuinely cared about her. Misty was one of the few people in that group who truly saw Nat—not always in a healthy way, but in a way that felt real. There is so much history between them and we haven’t even seen it all yet.

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

Idgaf if you don't want to write essays for school. I don't care if you don't want to write corporate emails yourself. I don't care if you can't draw well, I don't care if you can't write well, I don't care if you just really really want to talk to your favorite fictional character but don't want to RP with a real person because you have social anxiety or whatever

If you're still regularly using generative ai, chatgpt or midjourney or character.ai or literally whatever the fuck, im personally blaming you when my utility prices start going up.

i can’t wait for the transition between the insanely violent & violently insane antler queen shauna shipman into the shauna “so long as nobody does anything crazy” sadecki in the s1 adult timeline.

and i also can’t wait for adult shauna’s psychological devolution back into an antler queen.

this scene KILLS ME because jackie is literally ranting about natalie’s sex life. she is yapping to travis about nats standards and what she does in her free time. she canonically keeps note of everyone nat hooks up with and is bothered by it like….she is so chalant that it’s hysterical.

she is so insanely bothered by nat hooking up with people that aren’t her. why else would she give a fuck what nat is doing. this is supposed to be some malicious, nat-bashing scene when in reality…it’s just jackie taylor wanting natalie scatorccio soooo fucking bad. she wants her SO BAD that she’s COMPLAINING about her STANDARDS.

i can see nat showing up to practice late ONCE and jackie turning red like one of those angry cartoons while she marches over to her. fists clenched and all.

“oh let me guess who it was this time. bobby? or was it that older scumbag you met at that show? or….”

and she just goes on and on…rambling angrily….WHOLE TEAM watching her throw a gay ass tantrum. pure gold.

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