i've decided being called Fix feels good. -they/them, 24- right now it's ATLA/zukka but I'll probably pepper in other fandom stuff so WATCH OUT! I felt maybe it was time to make my main blog make sense again - yes I DO have adhd, no I CAN'T control what my brain chooses to attach to, I will take NO further questions
actually that fits w my theory that fanfiction is closer to literary analysis than it is to creative writing. like i feel like so much of fanfiction is more about “this is my interpretation of the text, and i’m teasing out the complexities of this interpretation by writing it in the format of a creative writing piece” than it is about an original piece of fiction
I have often commented that so much of my fanfic is either “here are all of my headcanons about this setting, in 30k (or 300k) fic format” or “I spent 10 hours of my life trying to get into the head of this character to make sense of their motivations, and y’all get to read the conclusions”
#yes and sometimes you go into a character’s head the way you go into Wal-Mart #grab what you need and get out as soon as possible #because it’s frankly terrifying in there
Eddie, nearly in tears: “You were killing me? What happened to we? What happened to we??! After everything we’ve been through…you would use me?”
Annie: “You guys met yesterday.”
an hour later in the woods after the kiss:
Venom, crying and clutching Eddie’s hands in his: “Eddie…I changed my mind about this planet! About…you. I want to stay here! With you! I’m going to turn against my own kind to save this planet, Eddie. Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I may die, but…at least I’ll die knowing it was to keep you safe!”
Eddie,openly sobbing: “Oh, Venom, I feel the same way! I’d gladly die as well, if it meant that I would spend my last moments in your embrace…”
Annie, hands cupped over her mouth and shouting: “You guys met yesterday.”
extremely missed opportunity to not show katara and sokka reacting to seeing a field for the first time. katara like “holy fuck!!!!! green!!!!! everywhere green!!!!!!!!!” and sokka being like “now hang on, the Everywhere Green might be dangerous. proceed with caution.” meanwhile katara and aang are already rolling like twin barrels down a hill shrieking with utter glee. eventually sokka concedes that the everywhere green is kind of beautiful, actually. and that is the exact moment he steps in a patch of poison ivy
[Video description: A clip of Alexis, David, and Moira from Schitt’s Creek. Each is labeled as a character from Avatar: The Last Airbender. Alexis is labeled Azula, David is labeled Zuko, and Moira is labeled Ursa.
Alexis (labeled Azula) and David (labeled Zuko) are in a motel room, talking. Alexis is drinking soda from a fast food cup and David is holding aluminum foil-wrapped food in one hand and a plastic fork in the other.
Alexis matter-of-a-factly says, “When it comes to three people, David, there’s always a favorite. It’s just like how Mom likes you more. “
David gives her a look and says, “That’s not true, and please don’t include Mom in an analogy about my relationship, thank you.”
Moira (labeled Ursa) walks into the room holding a tea cup and saucer. She asks, “Daaavid, lunch today?”
David reluctantly turns her down with a “Nooo.”
Moira sighs and says, “Very well, I’ll dine alone.”
Alexis looks at David and pointedly says, “See?”
Moira turns back around, curious, and says, “See…what?”
David says, “Alexis seems to think you like me more.”
Moira turns to look at Alexis and says, “Alexis, don’t be ridiculous! This is exactly the kind of paranoia that makes me wary of spending time with you.”
Alexis points out, “I was sitting right here, and you chose to eat lunch alone.”
Moira, indignant, says, “That is simply not true! I didn’t see you.”
Alexis gives her an ‘are-you-serious’ expression.
Moira adds, “At first.”
David, eyes wide and lips pressed together in amusement, looks at Alexis. Alexis looks back, annoyed. David, still giving Alexis a Look, takes a bite of his food.
To be clear. I don’t want “our past love ended in betrayal and anger and now we hate each other.” I want “we died in love and in each other’s arms” but the current incarnations do NOT remember and they ARE trying their best to End the other one and these new sudden flashbacks to lovingly holding each other’s hands is EXTREMELY UPSETTING
Zuko to the ancient, mysterious, feared Order of the White Lotus: You’re all ridiculous, insane, old men and there is only one of you I even marginally respect.
A little something extra from chapter 7 of The Boys Crack Open a Cold One and It's an Underground Crime Organization. You can go and read it over on @the-fixation-zone 's blog
You have just been abducted by a UFO. While you are figuring out what just happened to to you, a frantic alien bursts into the room. “You have no idea how many rules I’m breaking, but my Human Studies final is tomorrow and I need help.”
Amazon Unveils a [Horrifying] Fanfic Publishing Platform
Today, Amazon announced the imminent launch of its newest endeavor, Kindle Worlds, a publishing platform for fanfiction. When I read the announcement, I was horrified, then angry, then sad. I want to take a moment to explain why this is such a tragedy.
If you don’t feel like reading after the read more, here is the most important stand out of Kindle World’s TOS.
“By using the platform, authors give all rights to the work to Amazon, who can then license your elements to other authors with no compensation to the original poster.”
If you want to retain rights to your work, don’t use this site. Stick to AO3.
I know we talk about purity culture a lot but one thing that I think stemmed from that (and is really annoying to have to explain every time it comes up) is the idea that you have to justify a bad character’s actions before you can like them. antagonists and villains make a story interesting, it’s okay to like them just because they’re entertaining or the aesthetic is cool or you like a foil to the hero or whatever. villains are interesting. you can enjoy them without explaining why they’re actually totally innocent and misinterpreted or whatever
reasons I have liked villains/antagonists before without agreeing with their actions:
their aesthetic is cool
their motives are complex and well-written so their character is just incredibly interesting to think about
they’re simply ✨funny✨
they have a really interesting dynamic with the hero
their backstory or motives are relatable so I can see where they’re coming from
they parallel another character and it’s cool to see the “they went down this road but this other character coped/chose differently so now one’s a hero and one’s a villain” situation
however I should clarify: if you DONT like a villain or antagonist solely because of their actions, or for whatever reason either, that’s fine too! no one is obligated to feel a certain way about a character. my point with this post is specifically to address the way some people think you can only like a character if you agree or support their actions.
Hello!!! It has truly been a while since a new chapter of The Boys has gone up and, unfortunately, it’ll be a longer while yet until a new one. Life has gotten in the way (for me, tbh, and for that i apologize). BUT there is one we (me and @queenspinoodle) have to offer you! Chapter 7! New characters, and more plot. We hope you enjoy :) as always, reblogs and comments are life giving actions and don’t forget to check out the art within the fic!!
Within two days, the boys have figured out where the graffiti artist lives and set up a plan to find and talk to him. Now all they have to do is put the plan into motion.
Sock is hanging out outside of Katt and Baaang's shared tent, playing with Baaang's dog, Appa. Katt and Baaang are sitting at the entrance of their tent, talking.
Zucchini walks up to Sock, ignoring Katt and Baaang. "Hey, Sock, can I talk to you a sec?"
"Oh, uh…" Sock glances over at Katt and Baaang. Katt narrows her eyes at Zucchini and crosses her arms. "Sure, one sec."
Sock gets up and walks over to his sister and her boyfriend. "Hey, Zucchini needs help setting up for tomorrow's performance. I'll be right back."
Baaang smiles and nods. "I'm glad to see you guys are getting along now!" Sock laughs awkwardly and walks back over to Zucchini.
Zucchini gives Baaang a smile back that looks more like a grimace. “Yeah. Getting along.” He leaves the camp without a backwards glance.
Once out, he turns to Sock with a deep breath. “You ready?”
"As I'll ever be," Sock says, pulling up the hem of his shirt to reveal his undercover attire underneath.
Zucchini nods. “Great. Let’s go.” He hesitates a moment. “Did you… like the books I lent you?”
"Yes!" Sock says with a grin. "I've actually finished them already."
Zucchini does a double take. “Wait, what? Already? Don’t you sleep?”
Sock laughs kindheartedly. "I do sleep, but I also have a lot more free time than you."
“Fair enough,” Zucchini says, smiling softly. They walk on, going to the alley they had agreed on. “So, what’s the plan?”
"We put on our masks," Sock hands Zucchini his mask and puts on his own, "and wait until we see which house they enter. Then we follow them in… like crooks."
“Alright…” Zucchini takes the mask, swinging it on his finger. “I hope they live alone.”
"If they don't, we'll just pretend we're lost." Sock ducks behind the wall as the person they suspected to be the graffiti artist comes walking down the road and enters their house.
“Let’s do a little recon first. Peep through the windows, see what they do.” Zucchini looks for a window at an appropriate height to look in. Finding one, he looks over the sill, watching their suspect putter around the living room. “I don’t see anyone else, can you?”
"Nope."
“Excellent. Let’s go.” Zucchini moves towards the door, lock picking equipment ready in case it’s needed. The door, however, is thankfully open. Apparently, their artist isn’t big on security.
Sock hesitates a moment. Do they just walk in? Do they bust through the door? Do they knock? He turns to Zucchini. "You first."
Zucchini nods, putting his mask on. He turns the doorknob slowly, pushing the door and willing it not to creak. He’s in luck, and it doesn’t. He slips into the house, glancing around. The front room is empty and he can hear some shuffling in the next room over, down the hall. He points towards it so Sock knows.
Sock gives a double thumbs up and moves as quietly as he can, following Zucchini.
Zucchini walks on tiptoes towards the next room, poking his head around the corner. He raises an eyebrow at the sight he’s met with.
A short, slim man with bright orange facial hair stands in the kitchen with his back to Zucchini and Sock. He’s wearing a loud shirt matched with even louder pants, making Zucchini wonder how they’d missed him in the first place.
He pulls his head back and points with his thumb, indicating Sock should take a look. “That’s our guy?” he says in a hushed voice.
Sock cranes his head around to take a look. "Looks like it," he whispers. "He has a great sense of style," Sock says without a single trace of sarcasm.
Zucchini tries to hold in an eye roll and fails. Shaking his head, he sneaks into the kitchen and stands behind and to the side of the man, indicating Sock should come in and take the other side.
Sock does just that. Atleast, he tries. He ends up tripping over the rug on the floor. The guy turns around and looks at him. Sock says the only thing he can think of. "Um… I love your pants!"
"Thanks, man! I love my pants, too!" the artist replies.
Zucchini does his best not to face palm. He succeeds, barely. “We’ve got a couple questions for you, Mr. …?” He looks at the guy, raising his eyebrows to prompt a name. He hopes he’s caught off-guard enough to actually answer.
"Call me Vitriol! What can I answer for you?" This guy is extremely chill for someone whose house was just broken into.
“Oh, uh, um,” Zucchini says, thrown at the geniality being sent his way. “Well, we--I’m sorry, does this happen often? People breaking into your house and asking you questions?”
"In a manner of speaking, sure. My home is open to all, and I'm down to answer any questions anybody may have."
Zucchini glances at Sock, hoping to convey all of his surprise in one look. “Uh, well… You made that flower in the alley in town?”
Sock is surprised as well, but he kinda likes this guy's vibe.
"That I did! You like it?"
Zucchini breaks into a genuine smile. “Yeah, actually. It’s really, really good.” He glances at Sock again. “We had some questions about it, if you’ve got some time.”
"Sure thing!" Vitriol gestures for them to follow him into another room. "Have a seat wherever," he says, vaguely gesturing all over to what was probably some sort of lounging room.
With another glance at Sock, Zucchini follows. The room they walk into is...exactly how Zucchini expected it to look, yet not. Lots of art on the walls. Even more plants. But a semblance of order amongst the chaos. Zucchini sits on an automan.Sock sits on the ground beside Zucchini.
Vitriol flops down on a cushion. "So, what can I answer for you today?"
“Well, first. Why the flower? Does it mean something? And why that alley? Are there more?” Zucchini says all this in a rush, having not realized how many questions he has until they came tumbling out. He clamps his lips shut to keep anymore from escaping.
Vitriol chuckles. "I painted the flower because I thought it looked nice. That's it. No deeper meaning. I used the alley because it was there. Nobody else was going to use that space, why not spruce it up a bit, you feel me? And yeah, I've done tons of paintings around town. Most of them were removed, though."
Zucchini shrugs, accepting this. It was good enough for him. He looks to Sock, trying to gauge his reaction.
Sock is nodding along with what Vitriol is saying. It was so interesting to hear what went through this guy's head. He is honestly really glad that Zucchini convinced him to come along.
“You said that people...come here often? To ask questions?” Zucchini asks.
"Yeah! I'm pretty well known in the illegal art community. A lot of people like to stop by to ask about it."
Sock cuts in. "So you know what you're doing is illegal?"
Vitriol nods. "Sometimes you gotta break the rules to do what's right for the world. And for me that means painting buildings."
Zucchini nods, agreeing. “You ever do commissions?”
"Occasionally I'll do free requests. You got a request?"
“Not yet, but I might. It’s really good work.”
"Thank you! So-" Whatever Vitriol was about to say was cut off as he is tackled from behind.
Zucchini’s eyes go wide and he starts to get up to help before realizing Vitriol is laughing.
Vitriol shrugs off his attacker. "This is my roommate and best friend for life, Neat," he says.
Neat waved at them. "HI!"
Zucchini raises a hand in greeting while sitting back down, trying to look like he hadn’t been about to attack this man in his own home.
"Neat helps me with my art. He even does some of his own. Go get some of your paintings to show them, Neat."
Neat nods and leaves the room, returning later with armfuls of parchment.
Zucchini eagerly bends over the pieces as Neat spreads them out on the living room table.
Sock looks over the pieces even more eagerly. He had always been a creative person, and it was so nice to finally meet people who were doing the things he’d always hoped he could do. Well, not the illegal stuff, but the painting stuff. Most of the paintings are just splatters and smudges of color, with no real rhyme or reason. Sock likes that.
“So, there are more folks like you? Artists who get together and paint?” Zucchini asks, eyes glued to a piece with a dragon. Its golden scales seem to shimmer in the lamp light, like it’s alive.
"Yeah, man. There's artists all over the place. And not just painters. There's sculptors, weavers, weaponsmiths, dancers, singers… there’s artists everywhere," Vitriol says. Neat nods.
Zucchini blinks, finding himself embarrassed to realize he’d never considered weaponsmiths or weavers artists. Hell, he may technically be an artist and had never put it together.
"Do you need any qualifications to be an artist?" Sock asks.
"Nope! You just have to create," Vitriol replies. "Now, is that all your questions?"
Zucchini looks towards Sock. He knows he’s at least tapped out of questions, but he knows Sock had been the more reticent one going in, and he’s unsure if Sock still wants to book the guy. He hopes not.
Sock considers his next question carefully. "So you said you interact with other criminals, right?"
"Yes."
"Do you happen to know about any crimes of a more sinister nature going on?"
Vitriol and Neat share a look, their comfortable and somewhat goofy postures changing in an instant. With one mind, they turn and look at Sock.
“Who’s asking?” Neat demands, one hand folded over the other.
"Just a couple of guys trying to keep their families safe." That was a little bit of stretch to say, but Sock thought that mentioning family might make them more willing to talk.
Vitriol and Neat look at each other again, seeming to have a conversation with just their eyes. Then, they nod simultaneously and look back at Sock.
“Alright,” Vitriol says, “we may know something. Or of someone. Someone we’ve seen around that we don’t necessarily...like hanging around here.”
“But we won’t know for sure until tomorrow,” Neat finishes.
Zucchini watches the easy way they held a conversation, as if they were one person instead of two. It takes him a moment to realize they’re waiting for one of them to speak. “Tomorrow? Why tomorrow?”
Neat shrugs. “Need more info.”
Zucchini looks at him, waiting for more. When none is forthcoming, he sighs. Something tells him pushing for an explanation would get him nowhere.
Sock feels that these guys weren't to be messed with. Not that they were particularly aggressive or anything, they just had a powerful vibe to them. "So, um, we should probably head back now."
Vitriol and Neat smile at Sock, their expressions exactly the same, down to the twinkle in their eyes. “See you tomorrow!” they say, then turn and slap each other on the shoulder, shouting “Jinx!”
Zucchini can almost believe they’re harmless. Almost. He carefully gets up from his seat, edging towards the door. “See you...tomorrow…” He can’t get out fast enough.
Once outside and safely in a secluded alleyway, Sock takes off his mask and pulls his day clothes back over his undercover attire. "You got a weird vibe from them too, right?"
“Definitely. Those two were super weird. Not in a bad way, but in a…” Zucchini flaps his hands around, struggling for a word. “Weird way?”
"I have a hunch, but just in case…" Sock looks back at the house, "I think I’ll keep it to myself." He is definitely going to have a conversation with Baaang later.
Zucchini looks at Sock from the corner of his eye but decides not to press the issue. He’d tell him when he’s ready and, besides, Zucchini has plenty to think about before going back into that house.
They arrive back at the circus rather quickly. The sun has long since set, and Katt is standing in front of Sock’s tent with her arms crossed. "Where were you!? You said you were going to help set up, and then you disappeared! We were worried about you!"
Sock runs a hand through his hair sheepishly. "We decided to go into town afterwards."
"You two decided to go into town together?" Katt sounds completely baffled that they would ever willingly spend more time together than they had to.
Zucchini grits his teeth, trying not to say anything to provoke Katt. He knows Sock doesn’t like them fighting, but she was making it so easy.
Katt takes a deep breath before turning to Zucchini. "You can go now. I need to talk with my brother."
Zucchini grinds his teeth harder, feeling sure one of them cracks. “Oh goodie, being dismissed by someone five feet high. Have fun.” He stomps away, not caring if Sock’s upset. She’d started it!
As Katt pulled him away, Sock only had one thing to say… "Ow! You’re pulling my arm too hard!"
[Video Transcript: A tik tok by user noomycabbages. It is a comic set to a tik tok audio taken from another media.
Zuko, wearing his season three outfit, opens a cabinet and says “Can I make you some tea?” He gestures to the cabinet with his other hand. The dialogue is written above his head.
Sokka is sitting at a table, resting his chin on one hand. He says “Uh” while thinking, then smiles when he says “Yeah, sure.”
Zuko looks back into the cabinet and says, “Alright, we have...” Then the point of view switches to inside the cabinet, where Zuko looks at multiple boxes of tea. He says “Uh- green tea, detox, and...” then holds another box, reading the label. The next shot has Zuko having taken out the box, holding it in his hand. He says, “Uh... Shamamalay.” The word Shamamalay is written above him with stars around it.
Sokka, sitting at the table, looks straight forward, head up. His eyes have been made comically small, his mouth slightly open, to express shock. He pauses, then says, “What did you call it?” smiling hesitantly but widely.
Zuko looks back, shoulders tensed, clutching the tea box to his chest and eyes also made comically small, as if nervous. He says, “Sh- Shamamalay” looking to the side uncomfortably.
Sokka looks back at him with a tight smile, as if holding back a laugh, then says, “It’s Chamomile.”
Zuko, drawn from the shoulders up in lineart without color, and several horizontal lines on the side of his face to show embarrassment and shock, stares back silently.
Sokka looks back, smiling mischievously. He is writing letters, which are spread across the table. Several messenger hawks flutter around him, one on his head and another on his hand. He looks at Zuko silently as if holding back a laugh.
Zuko looks back at Sokka tensely, saying “Wait.” Then his eyes widen in realization, and he says “Wait!” more urgently.
Sokka is standing up, pointing out the door, grinning widely. Outside the door, the silhouettes of the several messenger hawks can be seen flying to their destinations in the sunset. The audio says “I texted everyone” but the written dialogue above Sokka’s head says “I messaged everyone”. Each of the hawks is labelled “To Toph (lol)”, “To Suki”, “To Katara”, and “To Aang”.
Zuko lunges forward, his hand outstretched towards the hawks, crying and screaming “NO” loudly. End Video Transcript.]
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