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comradekatara · 3 years

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atla is perfect as is and doesnt need another season. HOWEVER if you could write a "tales of ba sing se" type episode set in republic city, following adult gaang, what would it look like?

okay first of all, i just wanna say that i fully agree with your prefacing statement. we’ve all seen people claim there should’ve been a fourth season, and this betrays a fundamental misunderstanding of how narrative structure works. atla is a show with a clearly defined telos, and it has a perfectly-plotted three season arc. part of what makes it so great is how tightly-plotted and cohesive the narrative is, and any sort of fourth season would have been unnecessary pandering that dragged down the show. do I want to see the gaang fixing the world together? of course! does that mean we should have? no! the fact that the show leaves something to be desired is a good thing, because it means we are attached to the characters and the world. but every story needs an ending. and atla’s ending was plotted from the very beginning. HOWEVER, your question is very fun and i am excited to answer it!!!! (sorry it took like a year and a half…… haha yeesh)

so “the tales of ba sing se” is structured with character-driven vignettes wherein the character development is largely minimal, yet still serves to inform the audience about these characters in a way we might never have otherwise realized. since the original episode requires the environment of ba sing se, I’m going to use ba sing se again to ground it, since if the adult gaang were to return to that city, it would serve a character-driven function. if you’ve read my post-show azula arc outline (which still slaps btw), then you know I enjoy displacing time for the purpose of prioritizing theme, which in this case, is character-driven vignettes set in the city. this means that unlike the original episode, these vignettes don’t take place all in the span of one day, but could even take place over the span of years (and will not be presented in a linear fashion), all grounded in the fact that it involves the gaang going back to ba sing se.

without further ado, five non-linear vignettes of the gaang as adults in ba sing se:

the tale of katara & zuko (aka, katara takes her other grumpy gay friend out for a spa day): we open on katara waking up in a fancy hotel room in the middle ring. she does the whole cliche thing of getting ready, brushing her hair exactly 100 times (she’s counting under her breath), braiding it, stretching, looking out the window with a contented smile on her face. and then she barges into the adjacent room and yells “ZUKO WAKE UP!” and throws a pillow at his face even though by this point he’s already awake and has just been staring blankly at the wall for hours. katara informs zuko (and the audience) that this is the one day a year that they both get the day off to hang out. zuko points out that they’re not here on vacation, they’re here for the annual global summit, and as world leaders, they are obligated to attend. katara points out that that starts tomorrow which means they have all of today to do nothing together. zuko’s like “yeah that’s why i was planning on sleeping the whole day???” but katara insists that they can’t just sleep during their one day to themselves in ba sing se. zuko relents because he knows better than to say no to katara ever. “woo!! girls day out!!!” “i’m literally not a– okay whatever.” so she takes zuko to the same spa she took toph all those years ago (“toph came here with you?” “yeah it was great she loved it”) and they get mani-pedis and facials and zuko is like “wait you’re supposed to slice the cucumber before putting it over your eyes??? no wonder i didn’t think your advice was helping!” (“wait you were just…. putting a whole cucumber on your head and hoping that something would happen…????” “well you never specified–”) and katara spends like half an hour deliberating over whether she should paint her nails ocean blue with eggshell water tribe decals or sky blue with ivory water tribe decals, and you can tell that they’re both having a great time as they walk back together once the day’s ended. they’re headed to the jasmine dragon to see iroh. only, “that’s weird. it’s closed. there’s no one here.” suddenly, zuko remembers. “oh. I know where my uncle is.” “do you want me to come with you, or…?” “no, that’s okay, thanks.” “okay. i’ll see you back at the hotel.” “see you back at the hotel.” they hug. “thanks katara. I had fun today.” they smile at each other. as katara walks away, she waves, showing off her newly painted nails.

the tale of sokka (aka, sokka joins the white lotus): different time, same “sorry, we’re closed” sign in front of the jasmine dragon. sokka looks confused, and reads over the letter he got from piandao for the fiftieth time that week. sokka, meet me at the jasmine dragon this friday at noon. bring the pai sho tile i once gave you. sincerely, piandao. it’s exactly twelve o’clock, and it’s definitely friday. he has the tile in his other hand. confused, he walks into the teashop, knowing that iroh won’t mind that he’s entered. the room is completely dark, save for a crack of light under a floorboard in the kitchen. sokka crouches down, realizing that he can faintly hear the sound of voices from beneath the floor. and he can swear he just heard his name. something fishy is going on here, and he doesn’t like it. sokka reaches for his boomerang, and uses it to pry open the floorboards, which are suspiciously already loose. he finds a very conveniently located secret passage underneath the kitchen floor, and with his hand on his sword, he descends the steps into a secret room being guarded by a vaguely familiar looking man. “password?” he says gruffly. sokka rummages around for his pai sho tile, which he had pocketed during the confusion. “uh…. I have this?” a sigh. “good enough,” and he opens the door. as sokka enters, pakku says, “you’re late.” “it’s like two minutes after twelve!” sokka protests. “exactly,” responds pakku. piandao, who is sitting as far away from pakku as possible, beams at him. sokka is less enthused. “master piandao, what’s going on?” he asks. “what do you think is going on?” iroh responds. “well obviously you guys are having one of your little pai sho tournaments, but what’s with the... vibe?” in fairness, it is a distinctly weird vibe. “do you think all our ancient organization does is play pai sho?” pakku asks. sokka gestures to the pai sho board in the middle of the table, and the white lotus tile in his hand, and the paintings on the walls of various old men playing pai sho; “i mean, it does seem like a pretty big part of it.” iroh laughs. “so i don’t suppose you’d want to join our secret society?” he asks. sokka cringes as he says, “look, i don’t want to seem ungrateful. this is a great honor and all, but i have a lot on my plate right now, and i don’t really have time to sit around playing pai sho with you guys.” “we’ll do our best to accommodate your schedule,” piandao promises, at the same time that pakku yells, “this is not some trivial pai sho club! we are members of an ancient society dedicated to helping the avatar achieve his vision of balance & harmony from behind the scenes!” and sokka’s like “okay, well, i’ve literally been doing that, for like, forever….” (piandao mutters “that’s literally what i said” under his breath with a pointed glare at pakku) “...but if that’s all you need me to do, and the hours are flexible, then yeah, i guess i can join.” iroh smiles knowingly, a twinkle in his eye. “then welcome, sokka,” he says, “to the order of the white lotus.”

the tale of appa (and aang is there too): to put it plainly, aang is a not a fan of ba sing se. sure, he likes the bustle of big city, and the sheer number of people (every stranger is a friend you haven’t met yet!), but their lifestyle bothers him. there are literally walls dividing people. no community, no conversation. still, he’s here on official avatar duties, and it at least helps him feel better knowing that appa and momo are by his side. he’s flying around with them over the lower ring, waving to kids who gasp and point at the avatar. even if hardly his favorite place in the world, he is fond of parts of the lower ring, where families live and work, where kids go to school and play together. aang lands in an open spot of street and greets all the kids too impolite not to crowd him. one kid asks aang if, now that he’s here, he can bring his family enough supplies to care for their new baby, since he heard that the avatar helps people, and they definitely need help. and aang’s like “i mean… i’m not really sure what i can do, but you’re right, i am the avatar, so i will help you.” and he goes with the kid back to his house and meets his mother, who can still barely walk due to just having given birth less than a week ago, and three other kids running around the house like maniacs as a newborn infant wails in the background. so aang asks the mother what she needs, and makes a list of supplies to collect and bring back to her. he flies on appa into the middle ring, and asks any kind faces he sees for donations. because he’s the avatar, and he is also just so earnest and charming, they all comply and give him everything on his list and then some. he brings it back to the woman and her family, and by the time she’s thanked him for all of his help, her kids have told their friends that the avatar can give you whatever you want! and soon enough all the kids in the lower ring are making lists for aang of requests that they have, mostly basic supplies for their families or books for school (and one or two requests for a pet flying lemur). aang spends the entire day flying around on appa trying to fulfill all the requests on the lists. he knows it won’t make a difference in the grand scheme of things, won’t fix the systemic class inequality of this city, or the structures in place that enable such wealth divides, but seeing the joy on each of those kids’ faces every time he comes back having brought them what they needed (minus the flying lemurs, unfortunately) makes his day that much brighter, and that’s worth something too.

the tale of mai (aka, open mic night at the jasmine dragon): inspired by his nephew’s initiative to promote the arts in the fire nation, iroh decides to host an open mic night of his own at the jasmine dragon. he really wants his tea shop to be a safe space where people can share their poetry, their music, and their stories together. plus, he misses those days on the boat where he and the crew would dance around deck and play music and sing. toph wants to support her uncle (“he’s not your uncle, toph” “he’s basically my uncle”) and she makes sokka, mai, suki, and ty lee come with her, which they all immediately agree to because they love watching people embarrass themselves reading their terrible poetry. it is indeed every bit as awful as they hoped it would be, and they’re having a blast. until iroh comes up to their table, that is, and asks why aren’t any of them performing? after all, it would be a shame to waste this immense pool of talent. they all give bullshit excuses (“i would, but i have the flu.” “i… also have the flu. suki gave it to me, actually. thanks a lot, suki.” “i… have… stagefright….” “weren’t you in the cirus?” “and?”) but mai just flat out says, “yeah, no, i’m not doing that. because i don’t want to.” and iroh’s like “oh mai hahahaha you are so funny you simply MUST go up there and perform” and toph and suki are both like “yeah you simply MUST” and all but push her onto the stage. and mai, who isn’t used to actually having a platform, or being listened to, is just like “hi….? I guess? this is so stupid.” and her awkwardness is charming, so everyone laughs. and then mai…. keeps talking. just says whatever is on her mind. a conversation with herself, completely stream of consciousness, about whatever has been percolating in her brain that she never would’ve thought was worth saying out loud. and she’s so deadpan and witty and clever that the fact that she’s completely unprepared isn’t even a detriment, but a benefit. the audience is loving it. they’re all completely charmed by her. eventually she’s just like “okay… this is boring to me now. I’m gonna stop.” and just walks off the stage and goes to sit down next to her friends. and thus a star is born.

the tale of iroh (aka, iroh reconnects with his son): continuation of where we left zuko in the first vignette. caught up in katara’s successful mission to distract him from his depressed state that morning, zuko had actually almost forgotten what day it was. he walks up to the hill where lu ten was buried, and finds iroh sitting at the base of that tree, staring out at the cityscape before him. “hi, uncle,” zuko says softly, sitting beside him. iroh takes his hands and inspects them. “i like your nails,” iroh says in way of greeting. instead of getting defensive as he once would have, zuko just chuckles slightly as he looks down at his rainbow-colored nails and says, “yeah, they were katara’s idea. you know, like dragon fire.” iroh smiles a bit sadly. “oh, that’s nice, prince zuko.” zuko frowns. “I’m the firelord. I haven’t been a prince in years.” “oh, yes, that’s right.” iroh pats his cheek, which zuko slightly flinches at, but only because it’s something his mother used to do when he was little. “do you think lu ten would’ve been firelord now?” zuko asks in a small voice. as much as he’s grown into the role, he can’t help but feel that his cousin would have been better suited to it. “i don’t know,” says iroh, which is a lie, but it’s true. “i’m proud of both my sons equally.” (another lie – he’s prouder of zuko. but it’s lu ten’s birthday, so iroh feels like he ought to say it anyway.) zuko smiles at iroh, and the episode fades out as they sit together by the tree in still, solemn silence.

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woundjob · 3 years

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black sister dynamic is like, i love you, i will murder for you, i will protect you, but u make me so angry i want to kill you. eldest daughter bellatrix: is experiences the most violence. pressure to be perfect, to be the shining pureblood example. quiet, middle child andromeda. goes unnoticed. survives her strict parents by hiding herself and being obedient, until she doesnt. darling youngest child narcissa. doted on. learns from her sisters' mistakes, resolves to not just survive but thrive

oh i love this. you. you get them

#in my mind bellatrix and narcissa are flipped bc The Death Of Narcissa Black changed how i view her completely #ah old fandom #hello-haidee-here

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evillesbianvillainarchive · 7 years

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love your bnha x scrubs crossover screencaps theyre my absolute fav! insta follow. im starved for scrubs content and yours is so creative, like i bet they take forever to do and they always turn out great. love how u made mido and kirishima brown (as they should be). one request u should do the scrubs scene where a psychiatrist zeroes in on elliots eyebrows as her greatest source insecurity, but with tsuyu and bakugou as elliot

Oh you’re so nice :0 sorry it took me so long but here you go

#yea this is a joke about jakugou's inferiority complez #hello-haidee-here

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libidomechanica · 3 years

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italiandisheslover332 · 4 years

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nyota-sungura · 5 years

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@nvrcmplt | Koko ;; { Haidee }

The calico was feeling spontaneous today and had heard through the grapevine of a particular little intern tattoo artist. How could she say no to her own spontaneity? Well, it wasn’t that new. She’d been wanting a tattoo for quite some time but the opportunity never presented itself. Now she was already here at Si’Tala, getting her usual stares for her vitiligo and still as hyper and delighted as could be. A beaming smile and she discusses a few things with the shop proprietor before finding her way to the girl’s station with a wide grin and a happy gesture. “Hello! Waivers have been signed, darling! Your new challenge has arrived and her name is Koko~ I heard of a cute little intern while lounging about and heard you’re quite good on the books! Think you’re up for tattooing your not-so-average calico lady?”

#Koko;#Nvrcmplt #{ Haidee }#Starters;#[ LET THE CURIOUS KITTY SEE HER SKILLS ]

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thestuckylibrary · 8 years

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Absolutely! The easiest way to find these is to look for canonverse fics with past Bucky/Nat or with Stucky fics that are also tagged “James ‘Bucky’ Barnes & Natasha Romanov” on AO3.

(You Can’t Choose) What Stays and What Fades Away

At some point in everyone's life, the first words their soulmate will ever say to them will appear in deep black writing on their skin.

The words fade to light grey when a soulmate dies.

Sometimes new words replace them, whether they're wanted or not.

(These were the words Steve was born with, running in a messy, uneven line across his skinny little chest, beneath both his collarbones: You okay, pal? Those jerks didn't hurt ya too bad, did they?

Steve woke up from the ice in 2011 with the words, Who the hell is Bucky? circling his heart, in printing so precise it barely looked human.

Steve hated them.)

Sforzando

Three years before they find Captain America, SHIELD wakes the Winter Soldier and restores his memories of being Bucky Barnes.

While written as a sequel to Pianissimo, this works as a stand-alone if you assume an established Steve/Bucky relationship.

I’m Coming Home (But I Ain’t Coming for You)

The Winter Soldier takes the shot and kills Captain America. Or at least, that's how the story was meant to go.

#thestuckylibrary asks #hello-haidee-here #bucky/natasha

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comradekatara · 4 years

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since ty lee and suki are evenly matched in fighting and are super competitive with each other, are there any other things that they'd be super competitive with each other with? do they keep tally?

oh for sure

pai sho: ty lee wins. every single time. it’s infuriating.

who can eat more bean curd puffs in 20 seconds: suki, by a landslide. sokka reenters the room and notices all his snacks are suddenly gone, assumes it was momo like last time, and then notices that the real culprit has tofu in her eyebrows....

who can jump off a wall faster: they get toph to measure when they hit the ground, and suki lands a fraction of a millisecond before ty lee does. she gloats about it for two days

uno: suki has no remorse when it comes to draw 4′s

who can touch the insides of her elbows together: well that one’s just not fair, because ty lee’s double jointed

who can better read sokka’s indecipherable handwriting: suki. she’s just had more practice

who can actually get away with lying to toph: ty lee, and ty lee only

who can pick up more girls at the lesbian bar: mai. and she wasn’t even trying

reading proust: ty lee actively enjoys it. suki gives up after two pages

who can do aang’s makeup better: they pester him about it, but he refuses to claim a winner, since he thinks they both made him look beautiful

and so on and so forth

#suki #ty lee #sukixtylee #asks #hello-haidee-here

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comradekatara · 4 years

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what would the friendship dynamics be like between zuko and yue if she didnt end up being turned into the moon? i just think that they have a lot in common (see: shut in royal, duty to their people, love for sokka etc.)

they definitely have a lot in common! (lmfao @ “love for sokka” i mean.... it’s true!) yue and zuko are good case study in “nature vs nurture” bc they share a similar fundamental disposition, but due to the ways in which they were raised, and the different values that were enforced upon them, they turned out to be (seemingly) quite different people. they’re both extremely wfb, but zuko’s well-gazing was, obviously, discouraged. at the time that yue did encounter zuko, he was nothing more to her than a dangerous enemy invader, which is a shame because had they met in more agreeable circumstances, i’m sure they would have adored each other. yue would finally have a companion with whom she could discuss (her) poetry! if only they had had the opportunity to become friends, for their bond would be deep & true...

#wfbcu #yue&zuko #yue #zuko #asks #hello-haidee-here

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comradekatara · 4 years

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im binging community. im curious. what's your take on the gaang + a game of paintball? who would take it too seriously, who would do well etc.

oh this is fun!!

aang: is a nonviolent observer. he sits on the sidelines and hands out snacks and juice and occasionally blows a whistle when things are getting a bit too violent. if he did decide to play, he would do very well because he is fast, agile and resourceful, so everyone is a little bit glad that he is morally precluded from participating.

mai: shoots herself in the neck ten minutes into the game because she didn’t want to participate in the first place

toph: this game is not very accessible for a modern-AU toph without earthbending, and it sucks, because toph would very much like to inflict violence upon her peers. she spends the first half hour of the game seated on sokka’s shoulders, firing with a vengeance wherever he tells her to fire. sadly, although not unexpectedly, she is shot down. but she’s glad for it, because sokka loyally avenges her death and then she gets to race across the quad and wrestle the motherfucker who did that to her. hand-to-hand combat is a more satisfying exercise than stupid paint bullets anyway, and in fact, in time, a number of other defeated soldiers with spare energy to continue to play end up wrestling with toph on the quad while the game continues

katara: if she had waterbending, she would be undefeatable, because she would use it to cheat. without waterbending, though, she’s just... kinda bad at the game! she does not look around corners before she races down them and she does not pay attention to her supply of ammo. she also has a bad habit of checking her reflection in windows when she should be looking in front of her. sadly, katara is defeated by excess paint particles from mai’s paintball suicide. although she reports this to the game organizers with an empassioned argument that this was not a fair defeat, her plea is denied and she is sent home

zuko: doesn’t want to play. however, he is eager to win so that he can gift the prize to katara. so he applies himself to the game with an alarming degree of self-sacrifice, attempting death-defying stunts that the rest of the gaang is too reasonable to attempt. at one point, he scales the exterior of the school building, jumping from one window A/C to the next while azula fires on him from below.

azula: though she is a ruthless fighter and a resourceful strategist, azula is defeated by her own hubris. while attacking zuko as he scales the wall, she fires her gun straight up to scare him. sadly, what comes up must come down, and azula’s entire face turns red with paint and with mortification at the same time

ty lee: for a while, it looks like ty lee is going to win because she is incredibly fast and ferocious and has no qualms about luring people into traps. in fact, she knocks zuko out of the game with only a well-placed banana peel. however, unfortunately she is disqualified for unsportsmanlike conduct after she switched from gun-based warfare to bucket-based warfare deployed via the vents above the men’s room

sokka: after his alliance with toph comes to an untimely end, sokka begins working on inventions. he rigs up his gun to fire faster and more quietly, and then he uses revolutionary pocket engineering to transform his regular pants into cargo pants to allow him to carry additional ammunition. after doing an impressive amount of carnage with these inventions, sokka finds the other most capable fighter (in his personal estimation) and requests a new alliance

suki: forms the alliance with sokka when he asks, but under the condition that there will be no sentimentality in the end when it comes down to just the two of them. when they are the last two standing, she assures him, she will turn her guns on him and he will lose. in the end, that is what happens. while sokka puts up a fight (suki would never want to fire on a passive enemy), suki ends as the undisputed victor and she eats free at denny’s

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