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Can you guess my fav from this fandom
(If anyone knows who made the og post pls tell me so I can credit!)
What we learn from the media is that being a blue flame user (loser, lol) isn't good for your mental health
Excellent speech and facts.
I think the reason I'm a bit iffy about most zutara shippers who call themesleves "pro Katara" (and lets be honest the tags pro katara/katara deserved better are mainly people building themselves a moral highground of "if you disagree with me, you clearly dilslike Katara and want her to suffer") is just the hypocrisy of it all.
Katara's consent was violated by Aang, yes. But Zuko threatening her and being a fucking creep in the "I'll save you from the pirates" scene was sexy and not at all the nightmare of any sane woman.
Katara's role as a healer is treated as her acting subservient and her loosing her feminist icon status. Unless she's healing/offering to heal Zuko.
Aang is immature and childish. But we will handily ignore Zuko, a whole ass 16 year old who's heir to a country throwing a temper tantrum because his girlfriend dared to speak to another man. [Frankly, in my opinion, Zuko isn't really ready for a serious romantic relationship, but yall arent ready for that conversation]
Aang is supposedly misogynistic, but Zuko's many instances of actual misogyny are swept under the rug. Aang is shown in canon to be incredibly supportive of Katara defying the patriarchy.
Supposedly Aang makes Katara do all the housework. Despite there being evidence to the contrary. Zuko has just recently learnt to brew tea.
Katara being the Avatar's wife is supposedly degrading. But if she were Zuko's wife, I'm sure she wouldn't be just a baby maker. (What a horribke thing to call a woman btw. Tall call your own mothers baby makers too???) Despite the fact that Izumi's mother hasn't even been mentioned by name in tlok. But yeah. She'd be afforded the respect she deserves I'm certain.
Aang is, on most accounts, supportive and respectful of Katara's opinions, even when he disagrees with them. Zuko openly mocks people who oppose him. I am going to make a longer post on the Southern Raiders episodes and how all of you watched that episode blindfolded or smth.
Aang comparing Appa being kidnapped (his last connection to his genocided people, the last vestige of his happy past) to Katara's anger over her mother is bad. But Zuko comparing mommy leaving his ass to Katara's mother getting brutally slaughtered in front of her ? Silence.
Aang supposedly needs Katara to mother him and that's a bad thing. But Azula, Mai and Ty Lee having to gentle parent Zuko almost everytime they interact is never talked about, despite the uncalled for verbal abuse that trio goes through from him.
Aang and Katara's 2 year age gap is creepy. But Zuko and Katara's 2 year age gap is fine. My bigest gripe with Zutara lovers is them completely erasing Katara's childishness and immaturity, in order for her and Zuko to have this mature, sexy relationship. She's 14, guys. 14.
This post really isn't meant to decry Zutara. I just want people who ship Zutara to get off their high horse of feminism and to accept that they're no better than the rest of us ship loving freaks. Wanting the main girl to bump uglies with the broody emo twink doesn't make you a modern day suffragette. Disliking a main canon pairing isn't a measure of your love for a female character.
Grow up.
Enjoy your ship like a normal person.
She deserves better I’m getting sick of morons saying she don’t deserve development 💀💀
I have a suggestion for all writers reading this, please write more platonic fics, scenarios, hcs and e.t.c.
Sure I love romance but I also wanna read some wholesome platonic fics 😭🙏🏼
Anyways, love y'all 😉🫶🏼
This shit is seriously so hilarious 😭 I just BURST out laughing at this when i saw it😭
What do you mean this wasn't them for most of Book 2?
I just once, ONCE, wanna see y/n fight back. I'm tired of all these crybabies, weak, petite, weak-willed, non-ambitious y/ns.
I think it's time to write about strong, ambitious, passionate, good-hearted, willed and not scared to face challenges Y/n.
And please for the love of god dont describe how they look, not all of us are blondes with blue eyes and 4'11, with a crappy sense of fashion!!
That's all I want to say, hope y'all have a good day/night/evening/afternoon and others 🙌🏼
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My girlfriend turned into the moon
𝒪𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃
I know that a lot of reboots and adaptations like to rework some storylines, but wasn't this like. Sokka's main arc. For the entire first season.
smiling ear to ear rn😋
A/N: You all voted on this poll, and this poll, and this poll, and after a LOT of voting, I present you this :) BIG thanks to @that-multi-fandom-hijabi for beta reading this go follow her writing acc rn (@novaaaaaa-writes). Here's my masterlist!
Warning(s): Enemies to lovers trope, mentions of burning, stabbing, blood, bad descriptions of both fire of water (ice, snow ?) bending, Zuko is whipped, just a little confused about it, reader is a baddie, water benders unite (not me tho), reader is GN but written with f!reader in mind, reader looks non-threatening, is underestimated a lot, this takes place at the end of season one, I think that's it
Pairing: Prince Zuko x GN!Reader
•──•°•❀•°•─── ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀʙᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ───•°•☁︎•°•───•
“You shouldn’t be here” you glare, your gaze sending shivers down his spine.
But that could just be because of all the snow and ice surrounding the both of you.
The fire prince remains unfazed though, his amber eyes sweeping over your form- assessing the threat you posed.
He could take you down in seconds.
Zuko doesn’t respond to your jab though, because he knew you were wrong. He had to be here, it was the only way he could finally receive his father’s favor- as the heir and as the son of Firelord Ozai. It was his duty, his honor.
And he wasn’t going to let a non-threatening waterbender get in the way of that.
Reaching back, he unsheathes his dual swords, the glint of the waning moonlight reflecting the dangerous glint in his eye.
And yet you didn’t back down.
Pooling some water from your waterskin, you assumed the stance you had trained yourself to take whenever you honed your skills. One with the water, one with the ice.
‘Power should flow, not force itself” Master Pakku had told you once.
People had always underestimated your skills, saying you were better suited for healing. But after showing Master Pakku how you could use your bending to control the falling snow around you, he gave you a chance.
He had told you to let the power settle in your body before releasing, instead of forcing it out immediately. Conceal and then control.
You met Zuko’s fiery gaze with an icy one of your own. You were going to protect your home.
With a yell, you form flurries of snow, whipping around your form as you channel your strength to change the form of your flurry, snow turning to water, water turning to sharp daggers of pure ice.
Zuko scowls, setting his hands ablaze and you run at each other, fire meeting ice.
Time slows down, as the intensity of your elements picks up, until all you could hear was the steady thump – thump – thump – of your heart, and the roar of crystalline knives swirling around you.
Flames lick the side of your leg, wincing as the raw burn of the fire sears through your skin in white-hot pain. Razor sharp icy shards cut into Zuko’s skin, finding chinks in his armor, piercing his flesh and drawing blood.
The snow beneath the both of you was dotted red now, both of you staring at each other, panting heavily.
“You really shouldn’t be here.” you repeat again, but this time, it was barely a whisper, swallowing down tears as the cold wind of the Northern Water Tribe stung your gaping wounds.
Zuko growls, grunting in pain as he pulls a shard of ice out of his skin.“I don’t take orders from a little waterbender” he spat, venom dripping from his words.
You reciprocate with a snide comment of your own. “This ‘little waterbender’ just sunk 5 icicles into your skin.”
Zuko was just about ready to tear your head off, hands igniting with vermillion flames before you collapse, the burns along your thigh and calf were much more severe than either of you realized.
You choke out a sob of pain but keep your control of the water left in your waterskin. You couldn’t die, not today, and not at the hands of the prince of the Fire Nation.
Zuko’s heart throbs unexpectedly, the look on your face too familiar for comfort. The face of someone who worked so desperately hard, only for all that effort to go down the drain. But he didn’t care for you. He couldn’t- couldn’t grow attachment to a non-threatening waterbender. Yet you sat there on the snow, dotted with blood, with that raw look in your eyes. His flames extinguished, without him meaning to.
You flinched as he threw his swords down frustrated, impaling themselves into the nearby snow mound, standing straight up.
He stomps over to you, and you frantically move back, but your leg flares up in pain again, and you yelp, hissing in pain.
“Stop moving, you’ll make it worse.” he says, glaring at you, but not as intensely as he had before.
You want to scream, kick him, punch him, anything, but your body betrays you as he sweeps you up into his arms, carrying you to the nearest place he can find, where he can keep you safe. You feel his strong arms hook under your knees and under your back, holding you securely to his firm chest. Even through his armor, he radiates warmth, a gentle heat, unlike the flames he threw at you merely minutes ago.
He hates this, with every fiber in my being, his voice screaming at him to drop you and burn your frail body to a crisp, vengeance for the blood dripping from his own body, but he keeps moving, step after painstaking step.
You try to stay awake, you really do, yet channeling so much energy from your battle, the numb throb in your lower leg, and the comforting heat radiating off the fire prince who refuses to look at you, you slip into unconsciousness.
Zuko feels a weight press against his chest, and he huffs, honey-colored eyes catching onto the details of your face, the curve of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, the slight pout of your lips as you nuzzle into his armor unintentionally, how pretty you were when you were at peace.
He stops himself there, reprimanding himself for thinking such things. He can’t have feelings for the enemy.
And yet, even as he and his troops head home, battle wearing and dejected from the loss of a major battle, Zuko can’t help but think about his little waterbender.
***
When you wake up, the kind woman tending to you tells you all about the mysterious and handsome man who carried your sleeping form across the entire Northern Water Tribe because he didn’t know where the healing center was.
Me as soon as the fic mentions “Y/N” only for it to be described as an OC, being extremely submissive and childish or uses some dumbass pet-name like “puppy”🥀🥀
i feel like being in a fandom long-term has a very specific repetitive cycle that kind of looks like this
everyone's favourite siblilngs in their new movie outfits 🫶❄️
MISSION: Be Normal About That Thing
STATUS: [FAILED]
Sokka: I love you, please don’t turn into the sun.
His lover: ..uh-?
Sokka: honestly, I’m not sure I remember what my mother looked like..
Sokka: *is also his mother’s exact image*
Sokka: *can’t remember his mother’s face*
Katara: *can’t forget her mothers face*
Sokka: *can’t see his mother face*
Katara: *can’t stop seeing her mother’s face because Sokka is her exact imagine*
Everyone: *thinks Sokka can’t fight, and is not helpful, during battles because he’s a non-bender*
Sokka: *is dangling over the edge of a cliff, while fighting fire benders (who are at their powerful), holding and saving the strongest earth bender in the world from falling to her death with one hand, losing his sword, losing his boomerang, all with a dislocated shoulder and a broken leg*
Sokka: *and then when he finally gets her up, he jumps over to her to shield her, because there’s stuff flying everywhere and he doesn’t want them to hit it and hurt her*
Sokka and Katara Headcanon
So, I can't remember if it ever mentions this in Avatar: The Last Airbender because I haven't watched it in years, despite having been able to.
But, anyway, here we go!
So while Sokka and Katara can speak English, they can also speak the language of their tribe which is their first language. When they are talking late at night or sometimes when they're walking around, they slip back into the language and just talk, whether it's about their next mission, some juicy gossip they heard, their feelings, it doesn't matter. Just the familiarity of it makes any conversation that much better. It was almost a way to make it seem like they were home.
One night when they were doing this, the rest of the Gaang woke up hearing it and thought they were under attack. But when they found that their foes were in fact their friends, they lowered their weapons and sat down to listen in secret, despite not being able to understand it. Just hearing the foreign language and seeing the two of them talking like this was beautiful in a way to them. So beautiful, in fact, they all agreed to not say anything in fear it would scare the pair into not doing it anymore.
Bonus:
When they do something illegal in a place where they’re not recognized and all else fails, they fall back on Plan E and pretend they don’t know English at all or only one of them (typically Katara) can understand a little bit of it.