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loveydive · 7 months

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the main criticism i have for the song of achilles is the depiction of the relationship between achilles and patroclus.

i dont mind a coming of age love story between the boys; its just that throughout the book it is EXTREMELY static. sure there are a few bumps along the way but they eventually sort themselves out fairly quickly (too quickly imo). like yes, i get it. they love each other so much but they cant be tgt bc of fate - oh how tragic. but the story is only tragic in that they both die. its not actually a tragedy in itself, because the ending isnt actually tragic at all - they meet each other in the underworld again afterall.

but this is the reason why i think the depiction of their doomed but unbreakable love is one of the weaknesses of the story. it fails to connect with or explore the themes in the illiad - the real themes which actually made it a tragedy. achilles was consumed by his pride and let hundreds of men die, he was no longer himself and what? patroclus still loved him wholeheartedly after that? i just couldnt bring myself to believe that. after all of that how could patroclus be so single-minded in loving him? it wouldve made for a better story if patroclus had intended to go out to the walls of troy as a kind of suicide mission. if he knew that hector killing him would be the only way to break achilles and finally end the war. the same events could happen but patroclus' motivations would be different. this wouldve given him so much more agency and add more complexity in their relationship. that at the end of the day achilles didnt love him enough to fight in the war. he loved his immortality more than he loved patroclus.

and wouldnt that have made a better tragedy? this is why patroclus' betrayal to achilles when he saved briseis was so emotionally compelling. his love for achilles was no longer simple, it was no longer a boy's love. bc in his mind, the achilles that he loved died a long time ago. the war has changed him and it wont bring the old one back. IS THAT NOT MORE TRAGIC? AND MORE THEMATICALLY COMPELLING?

i just felt that miller tried SO hard to justify their romance that she didnt want to risk putting in any complexity at all otherwise their 'lovers' status would be threatened. but i really think it was to the detriment to the book. it wasnt bad, it was actually pretty alright - it just wasnt a masterpiece

#cin.txt #liek if you wantt o make it a tragedy LEAN ALL THE WAY INN BABYY #and i just finsihed reading THIS ONE GOOD REVIEW #and how millers book totally bastardises both achilles' and patroclus' characterisations #patroclus was achilles' equal and could hold his own in a fight #and achilles wasnt as innocent. he was known for his rage #like. he raped briseis #THATS CRAZY TO ME. SO YOU SANITISED THIS BOOK BC YOU COULDNT HANDLE YOUR GOLDEN BOY BEING CRUEL? WHICH WAS THE PT OF THE TRAGEDY?#literally... like the young adult status of the book is what brings it down #it legit couldve been SO MUCH MOREEEEE #also the review i read really highlighted how badly the female characters were depicted in thebook #like YEAH... why WOULD thetis - a rape victim herself- force her own son to have sex with a woman??#its such a good review and you can tell that the reviewer is very familiar with greek classics #review/show/3177526431 <- if you wanna read. its on goodreads

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luciddreamslikeelectricity · 1 year

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he's going to be fighting a bunch of these things on his own, huh?

#wednesday spoilers #I don't think anyone really likes the im2-ish plot regarding h*ward but then duggan did warn us that he wanted to expand on whatever #happened in hickman's shield run so that's a thing that's happening now I guess.... I just hope he wraps it up quickly #emma was pretty annoying in this issue imo like idk if she's genuinely underestimating feilong or just not letting some things on due to #her being on the council etc. but it's probably going to backfire badly. I liked that tony & sunfire interacted though it's been a while I #think. I don't really know what to say about the h*ward stuff except that I liked that tony didn't become emotional or lose his head when #he was mentioned & he also didn't say anything nice about him so that's fine I guess...#I like that while he won pretty easily in the last issue the sentinel is clearly extremely powerful & tony was outgunned & retreated and I #like that there was no mention of his ego or whatever even though having to run would mess with anyone's ego a bit. I'm sure he would've #fought it anyway if it endangered anyone else but since it didn't he didn't fight a losing battle for whatever reason which shouldn't be #surprising but considering the quality of a lot of his previous runs it's nice #this issue wasn't as strong as the last one imo & I wish the stark employees resigned in protest the way they always did in the past #although it hasn't been his company for a while & usually when they resigned it was about tony and that one dude was clearly unhappy about #what was happening so maybe we'll see something in later issues? idk #I could've used a lot less h*ward but then I was expecting him to come up plus I'm glad it's happening now & not during cantwell's run #I'm pretty excited for the next issue since it's a flashback to the wca/silver centurion era... overall I think the characterisation is #still pretty good so I'll just hold on to that #iron man #marvel 616 #tony stark

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latinokaeya-moving · 2 years

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i wuv ganyu so much even if the game has done nothing but make her entire personality overworked ‘waifu’ (😵‍💫) that only worries abt her weight but like the potential is There i can taste it and i am obsessed w it even if her outfit is so godawfully ugly. why did they have to do that to her

#x #gi posting #it’s genuinely so bad i havent seen a single redesign that didn’t immediately make her a million times more appealing #i love her horns and i like the stupid bell around her neck but everything else…. 🫢🫢🫢 girl. please #it annoys me bc she like xiao and zhongli is one of the few playable charas that were alive during the archon war n stuff #n both of them have significantly more interesting/culturally significant design choices that sorta show how importantly genshin thinks of #them… but nothing for my queen 😭😭😭#the disrespect… i think she would’ve looked soooo good in some kind of fit inspired by modernised hanfu….. instead she wears those fucking.#leggings n a weird ass leotard thing EUGHHH #anyways. was saying this bc i Just saw a redesign i rlly liked. SHE HAD GOAT (ig qilin) LEGS IN IT LIKE!!!#i still love her tho ig…. my baby #i think other than kaeya (bc he will always be my number one LOL) she’s the one that i’ve done the most heavy lifting for in terms of like.#creating my own characterisation and understanding of her sbdksjd bc they give us Nothing for the most part n then there’ll be a handful of #snippets that r Just interesting enough to make me go crazy n want for more #i also think it’s really entertaining to use her meta mechanics within her characterisation n story. again i kinda do this w kaeya too but #specifically for ganyu it rlly fascinates me that she’s canonically partially a creature known to be incredibly docile and benevolent and #goes out of its way to not hurt living beings meanwhile gameplay wise she’s like. arguably an absolute beast of a hypercarry n one of the #strongest dps’ in the game. like that’s just such a funny contrast to me i love playing w that idea in my head #BUT YEAH. Anyways. i feel like i’m always talking abt kaeya (LOL) so have some ganyu my beloved rambles now instead…

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starrysmiling · 1 year

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unbound characterisation notes

recently i've been thinking about how to explain (how i see) the main unbound characters to others in a concise way because there's... a lot i always want to say and i guess i condensed it into some of the most important traits i see in them? the protags are basically home-brewed ocs at this point! might as well put it here because i advertise my fics here anyway, which do require basic understanding of fern, if not the whole gang:

fern (male protag): easily switching from cool and aloof to humble and polite, he constantly adjusts his outward persona with sharp observation skills, which also help hone his instinctual battle style. underneath, he is loyal to a fault and cares far more than he seems to look, though he absolutely refuses to admit it.

fresia (female protag): natural moodmaker with a cheerful disposition, quick wits, and the knowledge and skill to back it up. her dream is to be a pokemon research professor, even though she's a troublemaker who likes to find ways to get away with pranks.

jax: gentle extrovert with charming looks, a heart of gold, and a burning drive to become the best person he can. he wears his heart on his sleeve and loves with his entirety, but don't be decieved, because behind his infectious smile, he's memorised hundreds of self-made battle strategies.

ace: while easily the loudest and most headstrong, he isn't the best at delicate communication and keeping his short fuse dry, letting the raw strength of his pokemon do the talking for him. stubborn and determined, he is someone who achieves whatever he sets out to do in his own personal style, no matter what it takes.

and a relationship chart, because i really enjoy how they interact with each other!

#pokemon unbound #fern unbound #jax unbound #fresia unbound #ace unbound #unbound canonverse #hrrgh. if only i could export my brain as a text file #i'm really sorry melony i couldn't figure out how to do a 5-way chart #and melony is so underdeveloped in the plot as well as characterisation that i can't exactly place my finger on how to see her just yet #melony is good friends with fresia though!#unlike all of our snarky bastards melony is a Nice Girl. she gets along with fern and jax but she's definitely not as close with them #i like to think that she's mature for her age if only because she and ace had to take care of each other since their parents are. well. hah #she's the younger twin in my canon though she acts like an older sister!

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sophiamcdougall · 8 months

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I am never going to complain about Greek Duolingo again

I mean, I am. But still.

So, as some of you know, my family has been coming to this tiny Greek seaside village for several years. Just over a week ago I came out here with my mum, under the impression that early September, after the height of the summer heat, would be a good time to have a holiday. ANYWAY Storm Daniel had other ideas about that. Locally things are improving (I'm actually really pissed off about the disaster-porn tone of most English-language media coverage, but that's another post). The power is back on, there's running water most of the time, and though the latter is not drinkable, a truck from the government came and handled out free bottled water yesterday. But we are currently kind of stuck. Can't do tourist things. Can't go home. There aren't any local flights out until Saturday and the road to Thessaloniki is still closed.

So this evening, feeling kind of aimless and depressed, I go down to the nearest beach with a couple of binbags and start cleaning up in an effort to at least do something positive. I always try to do this at least once out here and obviously, after the storm, there's a lot more plastic and rubbish than usual.

At some point I find this large, round bit of metal - some kind of machinery part, I think -- that's too big for the bag, so I take it to the bins on its own, leaving the rubbish bag on the beach. And when I come back for it, something among the stones beside it moves.

Specifically, it pulls its head sharply inside its shell

So, meanwhile I've been trying to learn some Greek with the help of Duolingo.

I currently have a 33-day streak and... I have questions. Shouldn't I be able to use the past or future tenses by now? Shouldn't I be able to say "x is like y"? I can't do those things. But one thing I absolutely can say all day long is έχω μια χελώνα : I have a turtle.

This is far from the limit of Duolingo Greek's turtle-related content. "An obsession with turtles" is my mother's characterisation. I can inform you that the turtle is not a bird, and, improbably, that the turtle is drinking milk. I can introduce you to a turtle in company with a horse and an elephant. As far as Duolingo is concerned, it really is turtles all the way down.

Now this, you may be able to see, is not a turtle. It has claws rather than flippers. It is a tortoise. I know there are wild tortoises in Greece: my aunt once rescued a pair of them shagging in the middle of the road -- but that was up in the mountains. I've even seen one myself, but it was also on a road and very dead.

I am 95% certain they don't belong on beaches. There's nothing for it to eat, except, unfortunately, a lot of plastic. Even if it gets off the beach it will immediately find itself on a road where it could get hit by a car. I'm pretty sure it must have been washed down by the floodwater and has been just sitting there, dazed, ever since.

Now obviously the first thing I want to do on encountering this unusual animal is to go and tell my mummy, so I do. The tortoise immediately brightens her day. She agrees that the tortoise is not happy on the beach and needs to be taken somewhere safe. it gets surprisingly wriggly when picked up so we put it in a carrier bag with some grapes and cucumber and go looking for somewhere to rehome it.

We find a path leading up between the houses towards a likely-looking field, but before we get very far a dog in a yard goes berserk and a man's head pops over a fence and demands to know what we're doing. He does this in English, as evidently we're just that obviously tourists.

"I found a tortoise on the beach!" I explain. "We want to find somewhere to put it."

"A what," he asks.

"It's like a, you know," I begin and then to my astonishment I find myself saying... "μια χελώνα"

"Oh! A turtle!" he says.

"But from the land. δεν είναι χελώνα", [it is not a turtle,] I say, as I am worried he will tell me to put it back near the sea where I found it. As it turns out it actually IS a χελώνα, Greek does not distinguish between turtles and tortoises, but I don't know that; I can't even name the days of the week or identify any colours other than pink yet, give me a break.

The man's entire demeanour changes and thaws. He does not worry about my turtle-that-is-not-a-turtle conundrum. He knows where οι χελώνες come from and where η χελώνα μας belongs. He leads us through a gate into a courtyard area.

"[somethingsomething] μια χελώνα," he explains to the assembled onlookers, of whom there are, suddenly, a surprising number.

"ΜΙΑ ΧΕΛΩΝΑ!!!" crows the throng of delighted small children, who are, suddenly, everywhere.

"μια χελώνα!" I agree, accepting that at least for current purposes, that is what it is.

"Μπορούμε να δούμε τη χελώνα σας; [can we see your turtle?]" asks an adorable little girl, shyly, and I understand??

The children fucking love looking at the χελώνα and showing it to them is kind of magical?

I finally put the tortoise down on the grass of this wild area off to the side of the courtyard, and marvel aloud that it is weird that I barely know any Greek except how to say μια χελώνα.

"I think she will soon run off," a kind lady called Aspasia assures me, seeing I remain slightly anxious about its fate. "I don't know why I'm saying 'she'. I suppose because χελώνα is feminine in Greek."

"Yes! I know that!" I exclaim, thrilled.

"Well done!" she says. And also she asks if we are OK for drinking water after the storm and if we need any help with anything and is just generally incredibly lovely and now we know more of the neighbours!

So "μια χελώνα" has just become, by a long way, my most-used and most understood and all-around most conversationally successful phrase in Greek. So I guess I have to admit I was wrong to doubt Duolingo's wisdom: it is correct to be obsessed with turtles. And I concede that prior to learning how to count to ten or to distinguish right from left, the simple ability to yell the word TURTLE over and over again is, it turns out, a crucial element of the responsible traveller's social skills.

(I am pretty fluent in Italian and turtles haven't come up in conversation even once?)

#story time

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jytan2018 · 10 months

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I read the comic in one sitting less than an hour after finishing the movie, and wow I have many Thoughts™.

- It's very obvious the two versions were meant to cater to different audiences AND tell different messages. I don't get why people are going "But the comic was better! It had more nuance!" just because Nimona was easier to root for in the movie.

- The comic was written back when ND Stevenson was still trying to process a lot of stuff, so all the characters are morally grey/straight up evil and the climactic battle is between a Ballister who regrets turning against Nimona, even if it was to save others vs. a Nimona who's too hurt to care if her lashing out was going to hurt innocent people.

- By the time Nimona got a movie adaptation, ND was a lot more secure in his sexuality, so the climactic battle was Nimona vs. the Director, the symbol of religious oppression and bigotry. It's not just about your friends turning on you because you're "too much" for them anymore, it's also about a society that would rather bring itself to the brink of ruin than coexist with you.

- (I totally get why people were upset about Ballister's surname change, though. Like come on, the media dubbing him Blackheart just to be mean was RIGHT THERE).

- Nimona's metaphor for not shifting is such a neurodivergent thing. Even in the comic, Nimona's parents insisting she's a monster who replaced their daughter is reminiscent of the changeling myth, which is what many parents thought their neurodivergent kids were—changelings who replaced their "real" children.

- Ambrosius being trained to cut off HIS BOYFRIEND'S WHOLE FUCKING ARM instead of merely disarming him is a very cop thing to do. As much as cops claim they're trained to de-escalate situations, their training still teaches them to treat everyone as a potential threat, and that level of constant vigilance can turn anyone into a trigger-happy/arm-choppy bastard. Even the Director, who can use a sword but probably hasn't actually fought someone in ages, STILL can't see Ballister reaching for the squire's phone without assuming he has a weapon.

- And on that note, the Queen getting killed simply because she was trying to reform the Institution and allow commoners to become knights? That's the best "no such thing as a good cop" metaphor I've seen. Because even if there ARE good cops and they ARE in leadership positions, the system will crush them before they make any meaningful change. It's not a good institution that turned rotten, it's an institution that only exists to spread its rot and refuses to be good.

- That's why Ballister's characterisation is so different in the movie vs. the comic. Comic Ballister had 15 years to come to terms with his trauma and the Institution's evildoing, while Movie Ballister is still freshly traumatised and hasn't found a way to define himself beyond the role he was assigned by the Institution.

- Not to mention Comic Ambrosius was not very noble to begin with and genuinely believed Ballister was better suited to villainy than heroism, while Movie Ambrosius never wanted the glory that came with his lineage in the first place and only antagonised Ballister because of indoctrination he needed to unlearn (which he did, all by himself, after witnessing the lengths the Director will go to just to kill Nimona).

- It really shows how important it is to surround yourself with loved ones who are open to change. Comic Ambrosius can love Ballister all he wants, but he'll still blast his arm off because he thinks Ballister deserved it anyway. Movie Ambrosius will stop to question what "the right thing" even means, even if he didn't love Ballister enough to defend him unconditionally.

I have so many more thoughts bubbling beneath the surface, but I'll probably address them some other day. In conclusion:

[ID: A pink-haired Nimona grinning evilly while holding up a knife.]

Watch Nimona. This is not a request.

Edit: Added more thoughts!

#nimona #nimona meta #nimona comic #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin

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convoloutedinjoke · 11 months

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This is maybe a bit of projection that is telling in all the least flattering ways but fuck it w/e, I think a breakthrough moment in postcanon Kim/Harry relationship functionality would be Harry having an epiphany like "ohhhhh. I don't HAVE to strategically manipulate him into accommodating my needs I can just TALK to him." after spending a couple months jumping through hoops and lying up a storm in order to like. not mention that some kinds of sex are scary and his joints start to hurt if they cuddle in the wrong position for too long. lol lmao etc.

#once again not tagging this because I am in the twee characterisation zone #but if uuuuh if I may be crunge for one moment #if you can but spare me another moment of your time #harriers be masking #for a variety of reasons #(note: the expression the copotypes the skills themselves especially drama and suggestion and savour fare)#(sidebar within a sidebar: not to autism all over this guy but others have noted the style of pretty much all prose happening in his head #is very self-critical and unforgiving. and in light of that I would like to direct attention to two of those being referred to and being #“good for” psychopaths and sociopaths #in light of everything else this really feels like just another facet of his feeling divorced from/unworthy of “normal” people!#like. thinking of yourself as a sociopath for having to manually interpret and react to social signals is!!! anyway)#the mask is on good and hard and its there for a reason but its also pretty indiscriminate about who it gets deployed on #(thinks about Harrys brain dora saying he cant “talk like a normal person”#did they ever fight about that? or is this more internalised self-hatred filtered through an attempt to understand what made her leave?)#anyway hes in the habit of Manipulating his way into getting what he needs from people #because being honest hasn't worked out so hot for him #like its been talked about a lot already but he calls the people who are supposed to be his backup and they take the piss out of him for #almost dying. how do you think they'd react to him asking for disability accommodations?#(not well. that was rhetorical.)#but hes alive and not as unwell as you might expect given literally everything he has going on #so he's finding a way to be accomedated somehow #and he is canonically prone to manipulation #im not saying that as a dunk! he just is and it doesnt have to be read as an unforgivable flaw #most of what he does with it is like. Fine.#but its there #ok idk where im going with this anymore im. very dehydrated #post over ogoodninght

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blluespirit · 2 months

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Overall NATLA Thoughts

Okay, now that I've watched the series, I can give my thoughts.

Overall, I thought it was good!!! I had fun watching it! I'd rate it a solid 6.5/10. It's nowhere as good as the original, but it was definitely enjoyable and made some nice changes here and there that I liked. There were also some things I was also Not a fan of too.

I said in another post that it's best to treat this like an AU of the original. There will things that are great and things that are bad. That's the nature of adapting something.

Having said that, I need to get my initial thoughts off my chest... here we go.

Things I thought were good:

Sokka's characterisation - I really enjoyed him! I thought Ian did a good job! He played the funny moments well and retained the underlying seriousness/cautiousness. It wasn't perfect, but I enjoyed the changes a lot and think it was overall a solid performance.

Zuko's characterisation - Like Sokka, I do think I was most satisfied with their performances. A lot of Zuko's moments from the cartoon are sometimes... well, cartoonish and definitely wouldn't translate to live action, but I think Dallas did a nice job at balancing Zuko's desperate anger and that occasional sassiness well.

Zuko and Iroh moments were great. Had me on the floor crying. As it should have.

The bending looks a trillion times better than the movie - I understand it would not have been easy for the actors but, overall, I was very happy about it.

The scenery was stunning. It just looked so beautiful. I loved it so much.

Absolutely ADORE that they made Zuko a good calligrapher and artist. I read a fic about a million years ago where Zuko is a fantastic calligrapher and I thought it was perfect and made so much sense, and now I can say it's canon. This is perfect for me.

S U K I

The Freedom Fighters were ✨ perfect

They were so real for making Oma and Shu lesbians

Koh, Wan Shi Tong and Hei Bai looked fantastic, but I have more to say about all of them below, unfortunately.

I actually like the change they made that Katara is Aang's sole waterbending teacher.

Aang is not perfect, and needed more goofy scenes HOWEVER, I did like how they've had Aang's guilt more prominent in the story. The original didn't do a very good job with that, imo.

Zuko entering is breaking and entering era by breaking into an impenetrable Earth Kingdom prison is just perfect.

In Masks, I like how Aang and Zuko got a longer conversation - that was pretty cute.

I liked how they changed Yue a bit and got her out of the arranged marriage... how Yue saw Sokka in the Spirit World before meeting him in the real world.

Things I didn't like:

Far too much info-dumping/exposition. So much spelling things out. It was not as egregious as the movie, and I get there's a lot of information that needs to be conveyed well and quickly... but sometimes it really took me out of the show.

Why are Mai and Ty Lee here.... I was hoping the live action would give them a bit more depth (and they might as it goes forward!), but why put them in season 1 at all if they're just going to stand around???

Some odd changes - putting this as one point, but there are some bizarre changes that didn't make sense to me, as they did not benefit the story or deepen the characters. I have two main examples: a) making it so Aang didn't run away from home, and b) making it so Zuko actually fights Ozai in the Agni Kai.

Characterisation of Katara was Not Great. I don't think I got many hints of the reckless, compassionate, badass Katara until the end when she fights Pakku and rallies all the women together to fight (which happens off-screen). She was sweet and kind, but she just lacked the fire that OG Katara has.

Azula's characterisation - Azula is desperate to impress Ozai and so her character is just…. brewing with anger, frustration, desperation. I was SO excited to see the Azula we are introduced too… perpetually and irritatingly calm, calculating and ruthless. She's perfect, she's terrifying! She's literally the character of all time. But this Azula had more Zuko vibes? I don't think there's anything wrong with giving Azula more concrete motivation by wanting to impress Ozai and establishing that Ozai is abusive to both his kids, but I do think trying to do that right off the bat is a mistake.

WHY is Wan Shi Tong here. I love Wan Shi Tong, but like I said: Why Is He Here? Why could we not have his iconic, ominous as fuck introduction from The Library, and instead he's introduced in a random season 1 episode giving Aang Information(tm) about the Spirit World.

When Aang gave Koh the statue, and then he just takes it and immediately lets all the villages go, and neither of them even say anything, I actually laughed out loud. Like, I am so sorry, but what in the jesus fuck was that.

Speaking of Koh - I think Koh is better the less we know about him. Roku saying ~all Koh wants is a family like the rest of us~ just pissed me off?? I like my Koh the Face Stealer Terrifying and Unknowable, thank you.

NOTHING EVER REALLY HAPPENS WITH HEI BAI!!?? where's my precious spirit bear?? Like Aang never really does anything with him and the replacement Koh story is boring and it sucks.

Bumi.... sorry I just didn't vibe with him at all.

Things I can't decide on:

Fancy spirit knife to kill the moon spirit annoyed me a bit, but I guess they wanted to Kuruk something to work with and a little bit more interaction with Aang which I get but idk. I really flip/flop on this one.

I've been very on the fence about having Azula (and Ozai) being in the show in season 1 in general. I'm not sure if it benefited either of their characters.

Azula & Ozai's dynamic - Okay, so, I think they're trying to give Azula more depth, right? They're trying to establish what it was like for Azula to live with Ozai and that she's also (like Zuko) trying to desperately prove herself to him, but Ozai using Zuko's... achievements to do that just felt so weird. I get he's doing it to manipulate her, but that just felt so wrong when in canon it's very obvious that Ozai just didn't give a single fuck about Zuko. Ozai pits Azula against Zuko by saying he's a failure, he's a bad bender etc. Azula is born lucky, Zuko is lucky to be born - like, Ozai says that to Zuko's face. I don't know if I am communicating this point very well, but it just didn't seem right to me??

Zuko vs Zhao in the Siege of the North... I genuinely do not know how to feel about it! I didn't love it, I didn't hate it. I don't know how to feel about Zhao telling Zuko that his mission is a sham and that Azula is the prized one... It feels like it's saying the quiet part out loud? In the OG we all know that Ozai sending Zuko on that mission was an excuse to get rid of him, but we can work that out, no one actually says it. And then Iroh just fucking killing him/mortally wounding him instead of the Iconic scene where Zuko reaches out to save him despite everything Zhao has done to him, but Zhao's own pride gets in the way from letting him accept help from Zuko.

Zuko’s crew being the 41st is not necessarily a bad thing at all!!! But I do just want to say that in the original, the attack goes ahead, and presumably, those soldiers die. It’s horrible. Zuko’s sacrifice is in vain, and it was always going to be in vain because the Fire Nation as it stands would not allow Zuko's compassion to win. Ozai would not allow it. While not necessarily a bad choice (all the soldiers bowing to Zuko on the boat was so sweet I loved it!) but I think it does take away some of the horror of Zuko’s story (same as it does with making Zuko fight back in my opinion) because the whole point is that Zuko did the right thing - and he was punished for it, and those soldiers died anyway.

anyway...

Okay!! got that off my chest. I know I just had a big whine here, but I still had a lot of fun watching this show. I think some of the backlash is a bit over the top and unwarranted. It was never going to stand up to the original - and that's okay.

Enjoy it for what it is!

#zuko #sokka #katara #aang #yue #iroh #zhao #azula #ozai #jet #koh the face stealer #wan shi tong #hei bai #natla #avatar the last airbender #atla netflix #avatar netflix #jack talks #live action series

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garoujo · 1 year

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ONE ‘N’ ONLY — GOJO SATORU

・✶ ｡ﾟ satoru gets roped into a bet that you’ll let him make you his one and only.

♱ warnings — virginity loss. f!reader, college!au, quarterback!gojo, inexperienced!gojo, he doesn’t accept the bet & tells you about it before anything happens, creampies. wc : 2.3k / note. this is a rewrite so pls ignore the lazy characterisation sob !

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another day, another sleazy, college football locker room conversation, gojo thinks as he pulls his sweater over his head, half assed listening to his teammates conversation behind him about their most recent conquests, who they’d fucked, who’d they’d fingered in the locker rooms— who cares. he snorts to himself, so what if he’d barely made it to first base, it’s not that he’s never had the chance, he’s just got a pro career to focus on—as if he’d ever admit it to these guys anyway.

“satoru!” the sudden call and smack on his back pulling him from his thoughts “huh—what is it?” “you know her, right? she’s in your class.” why are they talking about you? he can’t help the furrow of his brows, his lips turning into a tight pout before he presses the conversation further. “hm, oh yeah— not personally but why do you ask? she’s a sweet thing.” far too good for assholes like you.

you were a good student, sat infront of him, pretty face, pretty hair, pretty laugh— you weren’t like the other ones that swarmed around the frat, fawned over guys like him. you were better.

“she’s hot right? been trying to get in her pants all semester. wont even talk to me, but you sit right by her. how about you try it, call it a bet between us guys.” the quarterback jokes and if gojo was scowling any harder he’s pretty sure he’d pop a vein, he’s too prideful to outwardly deny it and they know that—he’s no excuse and he’s pretty sure i’m a virgin wouldn’t go down too well in this scenario considering his reputation (he didn’t even start that rumour).

“just another peg on the post, right satoru?” no—“oh yeah?” god these guys are fucking assholes, clearing out the locker room with more hoots and hollers, more teasing looks in his direction that have him giving them an almost too tight lipped smirk back.

gojo knows his next class is the one with you, walks in to see you giggling with your friend while sat at your desk— right infront of his as always, just as pretty as always. he wasn’t really going to go through with it, he thought you were pretty— would’ve been lying if he said you hadn’t caught his eye but you were unattainable, he’d watch you shoot down a few too many confessions.

maybe he’d just make out with you a little, maybe lie to the guys but fuck he’d be an idiot to not know how that was gonna turn out— rumours spread like wildfire in frats and then he’d have no real chance with you, how does he even talk to you?

“it’s gojo right?” “hm?” he smirks, almost by instinct as he lets his cheek rest against his fist — handsome smile in place despite the way he’s been abruptly snapped from his daydream only to be met with you turned around in your seat. “oh? if it’s you that’s asking, angel. you can call me satoru.” it’s almost natural the way he can’t help but tease you, flirt with you as the smirk on his lips seems to tug even wider but you smile back at him anyway, and he swears his heart almost leaps out of his throat.

“well, satoru—you dropped your pen.” you sigh and shit his name has never sounded better than it just did. that’s how it started, whatever you both had. the study dates, the way you laughed at his jokes, let him walk you to class—fuck, he’s such an asshole, you deserve better than this.

he should’ve told you sooner, but now he’s here, staring at you glassy-eyed as he sits on the edge of your bed with you straddling his fucking lap, he’s flushed to his chest and his cock is uncomfortably hard in his sweats after losing himself in the feeling of your lips against his, and he can’t go through with this, not yet. he didn’t even do this for the dumb bet, he never even accepted it but if word got out and he knows those assholes, the timing is too suspicious—he’d lose you.

“got something to tell you.. sweet girl like you deserves it, yeah?” gojo starts, his voice lacking the usual teasing drawl it usually carries but he relaxes when he feels your fingers smooth through the snowy hair at the base of his neck, shooting him that gentle smile that reminds him just why he needs to tell you.

“few weeks ago, the team were talking in the locker room.. bout you.” he begins as he lets his fingers punch slightly at your jaw, making sure your attention is on him —despite the way it always was.

“said i couldn’t get to know you, said you were unattainable but i think y’re just too pretty f’ them, sweet thing. deserve someone better, and they bet that it was me, i didn’t accept it but i think you deserve to know though.. can leave if you want me to, don’t need t’ go any further. our secret.”

gojo’s words are earnest as he holds your gaze, letting his fingers trace soothingly along the length of your spine, but when he’s only cut off by your lips slamming against his once more he can’t help but smile against you, call him greedy or selfish but he needs you—tightening his arms around your waist to pull you just a little closer, his tongue sliding alongside yours until you finally pull away for air.

“thanks for telling me, satoru. bet or not i’m glad i got to know the real you. but are you saying you think you are what i deserve?” you smile, pinching playfully at his cheeks and his heart feels like it’s gonna burst out of his chest right now because he really fucking does.

so gojo kisses you again, eager and messy—groaning against your lips before he moves forward, flipping your positions until you’re lying back on the mattress below him as his figure leans over yours, a hot rush of warmth over his skin at the intimacy he feels in the moment.

“yup, cause you’re so sweet f’ me, princess. only one who’ll treat you right.“ he breathes, dreamy and needy against your lips and he freezes on top of you when he feels your fingers move down to the waistband of his sweats before his stop them.

“oh, got another confession for you. never did anything like this before. been waitin’ for the right one. y’know.. my one and only.” gojo teases to get rid of the nervousness he feels shake in his bones as he wiggles his brow. honestly he expects you to laugh, even push him off but you don’t, you kiss him harder—like you’re reassuring him.

there’s pure adoration in the way your lips are moving against his, your fingers soft when he lets them tuck under his waistband—pulling his boxers and sweatpants down with one tug until his leaking cock is smacking against his abdomen. “and you think that’s me?” you ask and he smirks.

“do you want it to be?” gojo gazes at you half-lidded when you pull away from him to strip your clothes, tugging his shirt off after until you’re both baring all infront of each other and you’re just as beautiful as he’s always known.

“want me to take care of you?” he whispers shakily with need, he’s nervous ofcourse—letting his palm rest against your thigh as he looms over you but he relaxes when you give him another smile, letting your fingertips dance down his well trained chest and abdomen and he shivers at the featherlight touch. “it’s okay, i’ll teach you what i like another day, i need you satoru. we can just—“

“oh? you that greedy for my cock already, sweet girl? fu—“ his voice catches, his abdomen tightening with a shock of pleasure when your hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a few languid pumps as he gasps “fuck.”

you hook one of your arms around his shoulders, allowing gojo’s bicep to curl underneath your figure as he hugs you closer, situating his hips between your legs to kiss you again—groaning while his hands curl into your skin when you swipe the blunt head of his cock through your folds.

it’s embarrassing the effect you have on him already, rubbing your slick all over his cock and the small whimper that leaves your lips everytime it catches under the hood of your clit has his mind blanking, his cock twitching in your hold when he feels it prod at your flexing hole, until his eyes flutter closed in bliss when he begins to sink into you.

gojo breaks the kiss to rest his face in the crook of your neck, cursing softly with a mixture of need and delight as he continues to push into you. your thighs twitch when he grazes past your sweet spot, making him groan when your walls reward the stretch of his cock with another needy squeeze around him.

he’s long—thick and warm, making your stretched pussy clench hard around him the deeper he goes. “so fuckin’ wet, princess” he grumbles, smearing messy kisses along your skin as you grab and scratch at his broad shoulders.

he grunts when he finally bottoms out, leaning the weight of his hips against yours as his fingers grope a little too hard at your skin, his eyes clenched shut as he tries to not lose himself in the needy coax of your pussy—he can’t embarrass himself like that.

“you still with me, sweet girl?” gojo drawls, his voice sounding needier than he expected, pulling back to admire how pretty you look underneath him before you kiss him once on the cheek, mumbling something affirming that has him drawing his hips back.

your pussy flexes again, as if trying to coax back in every inch you lose and he grunts, his jaw clenching before a breathier croon of your name falls from his lips. the first real thrust is a little too eager, clumsy and he grunts before readjusting his knees—beginning a real pace that’s a little rougher, one that has your toes curling when he hugs you closer, listening to him pant and growl softly between your own moans. “pullin’ me right in.. fuck.”

your hips thrust up to meet his and you’re surprised at how good he feels, but it’s because he’s paying attention to your reactions, the furrow of your brows, the way your mouth is dropping open to moan and the way your pussy is clenching around him tighter everytime he rocks forward, pushing his cock against something sensitive inside of you while his strong grasp keeps you in place—good signs, gojo thinks. “didnt expect you t’ feel just as fuckin’ sweet around my cock, angel.”

“could get used to seein’ you like this.” his pace only increases, gets faster, needier as he curses roughly until you’re body is jolting— each heavy thrust leaving you breathless and driven by his sheer strength as the headboard bangs loudly against the wall behind you.

each smack of his hips is loud and clapping, forcing his cock deeper into your slick cunt until his pelvis is grinding against your clit and you’re leaving pretty red marks on his back with your nails.

“feel too fuckin’ good, princess. you tryna kill me? pussy feels like it was fuckin’ made f’ me.” gojo grunts, his cock throbbing and thickening inside of you as he squeezes at your hips—his brow crumbling while he pants above you, a thin sheen of sweat across his chest and his snowy bangs are sticking slightly to his forehead. he wants to go longer, wants you to feel good too but he’s losing himself in you, in the fluttering pull of your body and your cunt.

“i-it’s okay, satoru.” you breathe, scratchy and breathless and that’s all it takes for the hot rush of bliss to take over him, his cock flexing as he spills his load inside of you with a surprised grunt while his body trembles above yours, tightening his hold around you in some attempt to pull you closer.

maybe it’s the warmth that consumes you as he fucks into you with shallow thrusts that throws you off the edge after him, the shuddering of his body over yours that makes the dull throb in your cunt burst to warm as you squeeze and cream around him. but gojo swears he’s in fucking heaven when he hears you cry for him.

“that’s it, fuck! that’s my girl..“ he groans, low and gravely as he smears more sloppy kisses against your cheek and jawline with a few more gentle thrusts until he finally rolls off of you, keeping his arm trapped under you as his lips curl into a drowsy grin. trying to pretend he doesn’t want to scream a little too giddily when you wiggle closer to kiss him once on the lips.

“keep treatin’ me like that and you’re gonna have me falling in love, angel.” gojo laughs breathlessly, his arm encouraging you to curl up closer to him so he can pepper a few obnoxiously loud kisses to your face when you hum out a “awww, am i your one and only then?” and you know he’s never been one to miss an opportunity to tease you. “oh? you askin’ me out, sweet thing?”

it’s almost too smug the smile he has on his lips the next day, shooting proud glares at his teammates when you bounce down the hallway with his varsity jacket draped over your shoulders.

but oh how he wishes he could commit their faces to memory as they notice the red scratches littering his back while he’s changing again, whistling and hollering at him about how much of a hero he is, but despite the smirk on his lips, his next words are laced with venom.

“oh, yeah? don’t wanna hear you talkin’ bout my girl again.”

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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months

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lashing out at younger sibling figure reader hcs ; angel dust

requested by ; anonymous (13/12/22)

fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; angel dust

outline ; “Would you be willing to write a light angst request?

(If yes, keep reading, If not, then ignore or delete this ask ^^)

Platonic!Angel Dust x fem!13 y/o!reader,

In wich the reader has very bad trust issues (because, she is in hell ¿Who WOULDN'T have trust issues there?) but somehow managed to form a strong fraternal bond with Angel.Ç

Or that's until one day Angel comes pretty bruised up to the Hotel thanks to Valentino and when reader tries to help him he snaps and yells at her/throw something her way paralizying the reader in her tracks and then she just starts taking step backs with her scared expresion trying to get away from Angel because he scared her???

And when he tries to reach out for her to reassure her it was just a reflex action the reader runs away from him practically crying because she thought he was going to hurt her???”

warning(s) ; canon typical violence, referenced (canon-typical) sexual abuse and sexual exploitation, implied child abuse

note ; this request actually confused me a little bit so the content below the cut might not be a 1-to-1 match for what the anon intended — also shaky characterisation as the show technically isn’t even out yet…

when you first met you’d been so alone and afraid, freshly dead and freshly freed of the horrors you’d faced in your short life only to be faced with a new sort of hell

body new and changed and not fully your own but still yours as you regained control of your limbs — dead heart thumping, aching lungs burning for the pungent hell air, legs and arms trembling, new eyes watery and blurred as you stumbled and fell and stumbled some more

sobbing and scared and alone until you caught sight of a limousine and a figure that would become the most important person in your life

angel was curt and uncertain when he noticed you, panicking and stumbling over his words as he slowly approached you and helped you to your feet — talking you down from your fears as he helped you adjust to your new body

‘one step at a time, kid, there we go,’

‘you’re okay, it’s alright,’

‘shit… you look so young,’

‘take my hand — any of them, just pick — and i’ll help you up,’

‘left, right, left, right, there you go,’

his words were encouraging and his voice was unusually soft and once you finally got the hang of walking you didn’t let go of his hand and the two of you stood on that street corner and spoke

you asked him who he was and where you were — he sighed and answered and held you as you cried, his fluff comforting and soft as he hugged you

he asked you who you were and your age and you answered, sobs getting louder as you realised what had happened and his hold on you got even tighter

he told you to wait and promised to take care of you whilst he dealt with his last client — making you sit down somewhere safe in the interim until he could come and collect you properly

then, once he was done, he took you back to the hotel with him and made the others promise to look after you — to not hurt you

and once he told them your age you swore that the room got a lot heavier

but they let you stay, putting you up in the room across from angel’s since he seemed to be the only one you really trusted

(being cautious about talking to the others and fearfully refusing any help offered by nifty or charlie — which broke their hearts but they left you be)

and things stayed that way for a while: living in the hotel, gradually starting to trust the others (very gradually), and getting closer to angel — who you’d started to refer to as your big brother

(which he adored and would return in kind — he felt good being able to take care of someone else, honestly, and you reminded him a bit of his sister, how she was when they were alive anyway… he hadn’t seen her in decades)

it was the most peaceful time of your life (afterlife?) and you were so grateful for having been able to find something so stable in somewhere like hell — until it all came crashing down after seven blissful months

until angel came back to the hotel after being out of contact for a week, covered in bruises and blood and cuts and black eyes as far as you could do

unable to walk without aid and stumbling with each step like a new born or a drunk

unable to let out a shuddering, wet breath without coughing up phlegm and blood

grasping at his chest and wincing with every small movement of his body

a broken man… well, even more of a broken man

of course you wanted to help him — you loved your brother after all — so you can up to him and held his arm to stop him from falling over

your touch light but firm enough as you smiled shakily and offered to help him — only to be met with a sharp glare as he pulled his arm from your grip and stumbled off

then you followed with questions, brows furrowed in concern as you asked him if he needed anything — any medicine, bandages, food, drink, anything

just let me help

and that’s when angel snapped, short temper directed at you as he yelled and screamed and belittled you, top arms flailing wildly — violently — whilst the bottom two clutched at his torn clothes and his aching chest

‘are you fucking blind?’

‘if i needed something i’d ask — do you not understand that?’

‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’

‘shut the hell up and leave me alone already!’

his outburst left you frozen in place, venomous words and angry gestures mirroring the buried shadows that haunted your memories

violent arguments

slamming doors

angry voices

no no no no no

not again please not again

your face was twisted into an expression of pure fear and shock as you stared and silently sobbed into your hands — mind here and away as angel realised what he’d done

he stops and sees you — really sees you — for the first time in a week and reaches out to you, heart breaking when you flinch and back away from him

matching his every step as he apologises and stumbles over himself trying to explain

but he only gets as far as the first syllable of valentino’s name before you’re off like a whippet — flying away like you’re shoes are on fire and running out into the streets

and angel’s eyes water from pain and guilt as he clutches his chest and takes the spare blanket from vaggie to cover himself — feeling charlie’s hand clasping his shoulder as she tells him to get some rest, that they’ll go and get you

and he doesn’t even fight it, too tired and weary and guilty to try, instead just swaying on aching legs as vaggie reluctantly helps him back to his room

his own words echoing through his head as he realises just how much like his father he had been

christ he hoped they found you soon, he knew all too well what would happen if one of the overlords found you — and he just wanted you to be safe

you were just a kid, he was just a kid, and he doesn’t want you to end up like him

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