oh hey, 2018 and I’m still thinking about how zutara should have been canon
Oh hey, it’s 2026 and we’re still thinking about how zutara should have been canon.
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oh hey, 2018 and I’m still thinking about how zutara should have been canon
Oh hey, it’s 2026 and we’re still thinking about how zutara should have been canon.
I feel as though the argument that kat is a sekf insert in zutara is so far off it is genuinely insane 😭 like if anything i feel mai would be a self insert for a lot of people claiming that as she is what fits their sort of aesthetic... i may be talking out of my arse and not have worded that right but ik what im trying to say lmao love your takes <3
With the understanding that there is nothing inherently wrong with self-inserting, I agree. Mai in particular is the sort of bland, underdeveloped character that is perfect for self-inserting. It's also probably why so many claim her some a sort of punk/goth rebel type even though within the context of the show she is right in line with the dominant culture of the FN, but that's a different conversation (and I've talked about it before anyway). I self insert in the story, too, but my self insert is Jun, because she is the one who I most identify with and want to be like (and she is my favorite Zutara shipper in the show). Mike and Bryan self-insert on Aang.
Honestly, saying that Zutara shippers only like the ship because they self-insert as Katara and have a crush on Zuko as if it's a bad thing is both myopic (people self insert on characters all the time) and overtly sexist (so what, it's only bad to self insert if you're a girl and think the boy character is hot, but the other way around is fine?). There are some Zutara shipper who self insert on Katara and have a crush on Zuko. There are some who self-insert on Zuko and have a crush on Katara. There are some who self-insert as a random spirit who pushes Katara and Zuko into increasingly ship heavy moments like a kid playing with dolls in a sandbox. There are all sorts of valid ways to interact with a ship. Calling out one group without acknowledging the other groups for doing the exact same thing is hypocritical, and my response to anyone saying "you only like Zutara because you think Zuko is hot and want to be Katara" is so what?
Here’s my piece for @officialzutaraminibang for the fic Hopeful Things
This is one of my favorite scenes among so many others. I hope this little comic encourages you to read the whole fic cause it really is amazing and so beautifully written! It was so fun to be a part of this project and working on this piece!
Summary: Katara grows up believing in a lot of things. She believes that the death of her grandmother does not mean the death of the last Southern waterbender. She believes the message that the red-armored soldiers bring to her doorstep: That the Fire Nation is evil.
There are other things she believes in, too. Happy things. Hopeful things. She believes that Aang will save the world and that Sokka has a braver heart than any other warrior in their tribe. She believes that she has the courage and spirit to fight and enact real change in the world. And, perhaps most flippantly, Katara believes in soulmates.
She also wholeheartedly believes that Zuko is not her soulmate––almost as wholeheartedly as he doesn’t believe in the concept at all.
[Image Description: A seven page black and white comic depicting the first scene of Part 2 from the Zutara fic Hopeful Things.]
ZUTARA → Incorrect Quotes (1/∞)
Avatar: The Last Airbender
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I see "Katara defeating Azula makes her the sister Zuko never had (wrong)" and raise you:
Katara defeating Azula is reminiscent of fairy tales in which a suitor has to win a test put forth by the family members of the one they seek to marry.
zuko and katara attempt to soft parent the gaang (and fail)
remember when all we had was this
god take me back
Yurified Hakari Kirara🫵
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His lucky star 🌟🌟
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His lucky star 🌟🌟
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Happy Valentine's Day, Kirara!
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It had been Carl’s idea, of course, after a long day of work and fruitless supply runs on the road.
“Denise said this is PT.”
Rick had snorted good-naturedly at the assertion. “Oh, she did, huh?”
Carl had relented, the twinkle in his good eye a clear reflection of the childlike playfulness still present in him, no matter how much of a young man he had been forced to so painfully quickly grow into. “Well…it’s hand-eye coordination and stuff. So…it’s probably good for PT?”
Rick hadn’t needed any further convincing, and Michonne hadn’t needed to be persuaded either to watch her two boys throw the baseball back and forth to one another in the front yard of what had unofficially become ‘their’ house.
She held Judith in her arms from a safe distance on the front porch as Rick and Carl laughed and teased one another, changing speeds and distances on each toss of the ball. At one point, Carl remembered seeing a kid’s baseball bat in one of the closets in the house, and the game evolved from catch into an impromptu batting session, with Rick and Carl switching pitching and hitting as the mood struck them.
Michonne could see that the exercise was actually a good thing for Carl and his spatial relation, but more importantly, it had an immediate, beautiful effect of causing laughter ringing in the air and the smiles on both Rick and Carl’s faces as the sun began to set in the sky.
“Hey! Come on down.” Rick’s face was open and relaxed as he called up to her. “Your turn. Carl’s killing me out here.”
She wanted to protest, because there was something about seeing father and son take delight in such a simple pastime, but there was something about Rick’s grin and Carl’s answering nod that made her shake her head, kiss Judith’s cheek, and walk the both of them down the steps to join the game.
“You got her?” Michonne playfully nibbled at a delighted Judith’s ear as she passed the baby off to Carl. “I’m probably a little rusty.”
“That’s all right. I know I am.” Rick massaged his shoulder ruefully before tossing the ball up in the air a few times while waiting for her to get the bat. “Here we go. Ready?”
“Always.” Michonne gripped the bat and tapped the ground a few times before settling into an approximation of a batting stance. The throw was fairly easy, and Michonne swung the bat cleanly and effortlessly, right below the arc of the ball.
“Strike one.” Rick’s teasing voice echoed the light in his blue eyes. “Good start.”
Michonne tried to keep her mouth from twitching into a full blown smile as she picked up the stray ball and threw a fastball at a smirking Rick. “Shut up and pitch.”
Carl’s laugh caused Judith to giggle as well from where she rested on Carl’s hip, and the smile touched her lips easily. “You heard her, Dad.”
“Oh, you’re on her team, huh? Typical.” Rick shook his head in mock annoyance, and used the brief distraction to surprise her with a change-up. “There’s two.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Michonne tossed the ball back to him and took a couple of practice swings. “I got this one. Do your worst, Sheriff.”
“You asked for it.” Rick faked a few starts before throwing a fastball, one Michonne almost caught a piece of before swinging and missing yet again. “And strike three.”
“So I’m out?” Michonne shook her head teasingly in Carl and Judith’s direction. “I don’t think so. Let’s go again.”
“Sure thing. But first…come here Carl. You throw underhand. Keep Judith behind you…good. Okay. Throw it when I tell you to.” Rick jogged over to where Michonne was, and before she could move, he was gently moving into her space. “How about a couple of pointers?”
“Okay.” She was too surprised to say anything else as he took the permission she gave and rested one hand lightly on the bat with hers, while the other rested on her hip.
“You want to turn, step into it, and grip the bat…like…” Rick’s fingers gently traced over hers as he adjusted her hands and her stance. “Good. Carl, go.”
Carl’s easy throw and Rick’s hands on the bat with hers, along with his body guiding hers forward, sent the ball in a neat arc so it landed cleanly on the next lawn. The joy on Carl’s face, mirrored as she turned to her right on Rick’s was enough to make her laugh, unbelievably and unreservedly, at this moment in time she would never forget with her newfound family.
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Spoilers for TWD seasons 8 and 9!! Enjoy this fluff drabble with slight angst. You can find this piece on my AO3 (link in bio) or by searching #raewroteit.
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