beach scene is so crazy. mai & ty lee have the self awareness to be able to name why and how they developed their protective behaviors (ofc they do). ty lee became a specialized performer to stand out from her sisters; mai withheld displaying emotion to appease her parents and align with her fathers political aspirations
its only logical that mai & ty lee would adapt and hone the tactics that were developed in their family units in order to survive what, through the years, becomes a much more immediately threatening micro-social structure to navigate than their patriarchal families: being a friend to princess azula
and they just tell azula their tactics! they feel safe doing so because azula won't, doesn't, can't make the logical jump that what ty lee & mai did to survive and retain agency in their families is in fact what they do to survive and retain agency with her. even when they tell her.. azula just doesn't know people as well as she thinks she does.
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Bodyguard Tempting Fate
Obiyuki Trope Madness 2024 Playlist for Bodyguard Crush
Another early Obi playlist using the most broadly themed trope, so I could include some songs I’ve been wanting to use for a while! Most songs have some common themes from previous playlists (arrows, snow, green vs. gold) but I had a difficult time naming this playlist before noticing the lyric “troublemaker tempting fate” from the Nada Surf song.
Bodyguard Tempting Fate
An Arrow in the Wall- Death Cab for Cutie
Acrid- The Beths
Troublemaker- Nada Surf
Bite The Hand- boygenius
Whose Authority- Nada Surf
The State of Gold, Pt. 1- Matt Pond PA
Bring You Down- The Dear Hunter
Green Eyes, Red Face- Lucy Dacus
Copper Mine- Matt Pond PA
Summary lyrics are cited after the cut:
An Arrow in the Wall- Death Cab for Cutie
My heart runs on gasoline vapors
The thousand drums waking up the neighbors
But I can feel the fissures in the freeways
The rusted steel, deception in the handshakes
An arrow in the wall
Take it as a warning
That you are gonna fall
Even if you're soaring
There's more than one way to get your freedom
Acrid- The Beths
Acrid, the smell of burning rubber is a daily feature
When I throw myself into reverse
Check out of my surroundings
Backing up so blindly, my back to the universe
Like a ship out of commission
Like an arrow always missing
I'm trying to lie like a pro
And I know it looks easy from the outside
But it's hard to hold your brow just so
Like a record slowly twisting
Like an arrow always missing
I'm always whistling by
But it's you I want to run into
Tragic, the messages I send my mind post-midnight
Are showing seen but no reply
So I mash the keys a million times for a million years
And maybe by chance I'll say it right
Closing in on your middle distance
Filling quivers with ammunition
But I'm always missing you
I want to run into you
Like a light burning bright in your hard heart
I won't make a sound when I go dark
Can you see me through
Troublemaker- Nada Surf
Why do I feel bad again?
I shouldn't be sad or miss a grin
Doubt creeps in and doubt creeps out
Skews the view from my cloud
Troublemaker tempting fate
Questioning the path I take
Showing me the twists and turns
The forks and points of no return
Every day I choose to spend the rest of my life with her
And every day I break the molds of lives and worlds
I already miss the things that I will never know
I will never know the things that I've already missed
Bite The Hand- boygenius
I can't hear you, you're too far away
I can't see you, the light is in my face
I can't touch you, I wouldn't if I could
Here's the best part distilled for you
But you want what I can't give to you
Your hands are gravity while my hands are tied
I can't love you how you want me to
Whose Authority- Nada Surf
I walk like you guide me, my eyes
Are shut like I'm blind
Turn to you and listening and tryin'
To be in your mind
Surprised in translation
World without end
How do you stay where
You most want to be?
Where'd you get the patience
Did it come easily?
On whose authority
I have none over me
The State of Gold, Pt. 1- Matt Pond PA
I might have a drink to be myself
I hope nobody notices tonight what it takes to be real
To truly keep this lamppost standing
I don’t care if anyone carries me
I don’t care if anyone drops me
Cause I know how to be alone
At least I’ve learned how to be alone
We might have to fight to get out
That’s the way I picture almost every night below stars
Below the crown of heaven
All I care about is your sentences
And all the secrets you left down in them
There’s so much we’ll never know
All the vastness in the word hello
There's more than one way to live
There's more than one way to love
There's more than one way to give
I won't stop climbing to the state of gold
In the ether above our reach is the state of gold worth believing in
Bring You Down- The Dear Hunter
You took me by surprise
A stranger through my eager eyes
I tried so hard to hide
The cynic in me far from sight
But moments still arise when
My flaws get the best of me
So don't let me bring you down
No, don't let me bring you down
Green Eyes, Red Face- Lucy Dacus
Slow dancing
At low tide
Drawn to move
By the moon
And I see the seat next to yours is unoccupied
And I was wondering if you'd let me come and sit by your side
And I got plenty of affection
I'll be glad to show you some time
What am I supposed to do
With you in the room?
What am I supposed to say
With your green eyes on my red face?
Copper Mine- Matt Pond PA
When it snows from above the towers
The ground stays still - it can't get away
Clothe the roofs hour after hour
With this ease ignore the obvious
Heard the cold lost all its power
If we go let's go away
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Having a RAM! Velvette thought.
I imagine once while she was alive (maybe she was even still a teenage) she was forced to do some court-mandated community service at a retirement home once and hated it. Old people were lame of course but it was the decay of minds and bodies that disturbed her. Old coots stuck in the past, asking about long-dead wives and wars that ended decades ago.
It was then she decided she’d never grow old. Dying young had never seemed a more appealing option. And what do you know, she got her wish.
She sometimes thinks back to that experience now. She also thinks back to how she used to call Vox old as a joke. Age didn’t matter in Hell, wasn’t supposed to. The sort of degradation of a mind stuck in loop wasn’t supposed to happen here, especially to a man who no longer had a physical brain.
Yesssss, I was playing around with a similar idea that maybe she'd had a grandfather or some other relative who'd dealt with dementia, but I hadn't settled on anything. This is a good take.
It's an unnerving situation for her on so many levels, because not only is she dealing with a loved one (who she didn't even realize she actually loved until now) suffering and losing his dignity, but suffering in a way she'd never thought would be possible down here.
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