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you know what's wild. out of everything in this series the one line that makes me cry the most is love is a form of energy. and it swirls all around us!
I love Zuko and azula’s fight at the beginning of the southern raiders because they don’t even talk. Straight to fucking business
like kya telling her 4 year old daughter "everything's fine. go find your father" and walked straight towards her own death is just. it is a lot of feelings that i have in my body
brought myself to tears thinking about katara's mom sacrificing herself for her daughter so i think it's time to rewatch the southern raiders
come at me
it's too much to screenshot so i'm just posting the whole thing. this was It girls like this was just It. this is just It. this is the thesis this is what it's about. saying these things by rote to practice feeling things. so certain that any expression of kindness is really at its core an expression of pity. the SHAME in the recesses of your soul. and CHOOSING to love. CHOOSING TO LOVE! CHOOSING TO LOVE!
“What does that even mean?” she demanded. “You say it because you have to. Because you don’t have any other reason. Like you have to convince yourself of it every single time,” he caught the tremble in her lip then, the one tell she had, “like you have to hear yourself say it. To test if you really believe it. If you’re even capable of it. Love,” she echoed, derisively. “Love. I love you. It’s just words, Zuko. It means nothing.” Roughly, she scrubbed at her face, furious at herself. Zuko said nothing, watching her angrily wipe tears away with the inside of her wrist. “What if,” she whispered, covering her eyes with her lightning-scarred hands, humiliated in front of her brother, “what if Izumi is like me? What if she’s - cruel? On purpose,” she insisted, because she was used to Zuko by now interrupting her, placing the blame squarely on the shoulders of their father. “I remember how I was. I remember how I treated you. And I remember that I liked it, I liked how it felt - to make you feel small. And I was born with that, you know. It’s always been there. It still is.” He reached out to take her hands away from her face, but she slapped him away, refusing his touch. Her shoulders did not shake with sobs, but she still refused to look at him. Always clumsy when it came to expressions of genuine emotion, Zuko didn’t know what to say. He knew that instinct in his sister, that utter refusal when confronted with someone who cared. He remembered it well: remembered the confusion and anger when the Avatar rescued him from Zhao’s troops, made him a bed of leaves, and wondered aloud if, maybe, they could have been friends. He remembered the hot shame of his uncle begging him to imagine a destiny he could forge for himself, and he remembered the hope which curdled into fury after Katara told him about the Spirit Water in those caves beneath Ba Sing Se. He had let himself believe that her kindness might be real. But afterwards he saw it for what it was. Nothing but pity. “I’ve been thinking about that a lot, too,” he found himself saying, sitting there beside his sister. He felt almost as if it were someone else’s voice, unfamiliar, without. “I never really understood why Uncle…why he didn’t hate me. Why he wasn’t so ashamed he couldn’t even look at me. I wanted him to be angry with me. At least when…” Distantly, he lifted one hand, brushing his fingers against the scar on his face. “At least when Dad did this to me,” he said, quietly, “I understood why. Of course he hated me. I hated me too.” Outside, the waves continued to wash against the shore. The night was warm but the breeze was cool, the fabric of Azula’s bare mattress rough beneath them. When she looked at him, her eyes were dark but clear. “Then Izumi was born,” he continued, simply. He looked at his sister, and he offered her a small, rare smile. “And suddenly I understood. It doesn’t matter what she does. It won’t ever matter. I’ll love her anyway. Always.” This time when he reached out towards Azula, she did not slap his hand away. He held her wrist, because he didn’t know if she would let him hold her hands, and he didn’t want to irritate the lightning burns on her knuckles. His fingers pressed against the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist, which felt cold underneath the warmth of his touch. “What if Izumi is like you?” he asked. “Then I’ll love her anyway, Azula.”
i think one of the reasons atla has such a hold on me right now is that it is so. earnest and unapologetic about love as a force and a form of energy. that it is all around us at all times. so uncynical about it! i keep thinking about that recap podcast ep where the writer of iroh’s tale said the bodhisattva doesn’t even remember all the loving things he does in a day. love is not some kind of rope tying you to someone else, it’s a way of interacting with the world. it comes with the pain and the anger too, but there wouldn’t be a way to know pain and anger without the love. love is not just something you Feel, it’s a form of energy, and it swirls all around us
and, like. the anger and pain part is not incidental here it is the Point! you will feel anger! you will feel pain! you will get hurt and hurt other people in return! that is part of the world and a guaranteed part of love. the show never judges aang or katara or zuko for their anger or their out of control emotions or their bad decisions. it does not judge their unkindness. it loves them anyway. it says they are worthy of love BECAUSE of these things, not despite them!
did i ever share this fic. where the concept was basically "the gaang can say fuck now"
it's about The Metaphor
edit: i should add this was fully inspired by the inuit legend of the qallupilluit
Poor zuko so full of anger he didn’t understand and couldn’t articulate. Poor zuko who wanted to be punished because he didn’t know how else to process all the shame and kindness and love was too painful to the touch. Raw like an exposed nerve! Let your anger out and then let it go!
it’s katara’s turn to be jelly >:(
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You have to write the story as if you had not already interpreted it, otherwise the interpretations will infect it and retroactively change the meaning from within, which would grant it a different interpretation, when you wanted the first one! and so on; but this is incredibly difficult because you can't not be aware of what you've deciphered about your own meaning. But the "oh, this story is about this, so i should do this" story is already not the story; it's the square of it
found an image from the movie Painted Skin on pinterest and Immediately thought of Zuko in his Firelord era, so I drew it bcs why not and damn it fits so much jsjs
I tried to play a with a little bit of a meaning to the piece, attempting to make zuko look fierce and stuff while his reflection has more of an insecure and scared expression. Y'know, typical Zuko shit.
Katara for last month’s patreon fanart poll, I did a redraw!
hi! i was wondering if you have any kataang/katara centric fics recommendations?
i learnt about kataang fleabag au fic through your art and absolutely fell in love with it 🫶
it’s a funny story actually. a while i saw your beautiful masterpiece of an art for that fic and immediately wanted to read it. coming to the end and i of course had forgotten what the lines on your art read and then i was so crashed and hurt and i loved every part of it but wow yk… let it be a tough lesson not to forget your art i guess))
omg im so glad you liked the fleabag au fic it’s literally one of the best fics ive ever read 😭
some other faves of mine!!
stranger by sycamore17 on ao3 it’s a longer au fic with them as adults!! their dynamic is very unique here cuz it’s a little bit enemies to lovers but the build up of their relationship is so good esp aang’s yearning 👌
Not in Front of the Kids by MadameFluffnStuff on ao3 a very short one-shot with their kids
Children of the War by lusilly on ao3, this is a long one-shot that’s katara centric and explores blood bending