#knives out fanficition

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Don't Be Late

Summary- 3.7k Ransom Drysdale x Kitten. Ransom invites you to Blood Like Wine, having something he wants to tell you in person. Of course when visiting Ransom, it's never quite just to talk and today he seems like he has a need for something only you can give him.

Warnings- This is a cheater fic. Oral sex, male receiving. This is an 18+ Blog only. Walt verbally abusing Ransom.

A/N- dedicated to @what-is-your-plan-today because she really wanted this particular scenario to happen, with a special line from Walt. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

You sat on the opposite end of the couch as Neil. He had some of his court documents spread around while half watching Netflix with you. You had tried your hardest to get him to pick something to watch, hoping that perhaps you two could literally Netflix and chill if Neil made the effort to choose something to relax to.

But he pressed a friendly kiss to your forehead and declined, leaving it up to you to pick. Like always, because Neil wouldn't really pay attention to you or the television. The space between you was littered with files and him absently chewing on a pen while you stared at the screen seeing David complain about being dragged off into the woods on a hike by Patrick on Schitts Creek.

You've seen it a hundred times and some vindictive part of you chose it because Neil disliked this show. You happened to love it. It didn’t matter because Neil hardly looked up at the screen to give it much thought.

These nights you felt a bit more alone, isolated. It made you yearn for Ellie who would drop by with a bottle of wine and crash on your couch when you lived in Boston.

It made you crave even more for Ransom who would insist you be right next to him, trying to distract you from the show's story or if he was really into it, would be rambling right along with the television in his own version of commentary.

You glanced at Neil again and frowned slightly at yourself. This case was important to him and maybe he just needed a bit more encouragement then Ransom did. Maybe Neil just isn't picking up your signals to spend time with him. He was a busy man, busier than Ransom usually was.

Pushing up from the couch, you approached him and ran your hands over his shoulder till he tore his eyes away from the document. “Hey, how about you take a break?” You ask with a raised brow and you move to straddle his lap. “I miss you.”

He gave you a puzzled look. “I'm right here baby, so… But I really need to finish this.” He lifted the file he had been studying and you gave it another shot, leaning in and kissing him softly.

“No Neil… I really miss you.”

“I know baby, but I really got to do this. I promise to take care of you later, before bed.” He grasped your hips lightly to push you back to a stand. “I just got to be ready for tomorrow. How about you finish your show and I will go to my office so I can concentrate.”

You quickly blinked back a few tears, curling your arms around yourself. It was hard not to feel rejected right now.

“Um- sure, sorry Neil. I will be in bed in another hour or so.” You said with a quick smile as you plopped down on the couch and watched as he scooped his files up and tucked them under his arm to leave you all alone.

Naturally you turned to your phone, searching out for a connection. Ellie as always was down for a bitch fest.

Couldn’t even give you fifteen minutes? Bitch, I will be down there and rock your world. Teach him how to treat you.

I know El, I mean I didn't think it was asking for much.

Drop him 🙄 Then move back home. You can come stay with me till you find a place.

You hovered on Ellie's message a moment when you scrolled past her last one to Ransom.

Hey, what are you doing tonight?

Downtown Boston tonight, but Ronnie has me hanging with the dumbest fucks ever. What are you doing, Kitten?

Netflix and wine.

Should be Netflix and fuck Kitten.

Nope, not tonight.

It was several minutes before Ransom typed back. How about you come by Blood like Wine tomorrow? I'm going to be there all day and would love a break from having to listen to Walt bitch. Besides, I have to ask you something.

Oh? What would that be?

Surprise Kitten. Sit and spin on what it might be tonight.

Not even a hint?

Nope. Let me have my fun. I promise you will like it though.

Fine, what time.

230 Kitten, don't be late. 😉🍆

Smooth Ransom. You should scoff at his hint, but it has you biting your bottom lip excitedly.

You know you love it.

Setting your phone aside, you turn back to the tv, wondering what Ransom could possibly have to tell you and forgetting about Neil’s rejection. When you went to bed that night, you didn't even bother poking your head in Neils study and were fast asleep when he finally joined you in bed hours later.

Ransom was at his desk, currently going over a manuscript of Harlan's current work. In true fashion, Ransom knew that it would be a hit. His grandfather had a way with words that drew in any audience. Walt currently was pacing back and forth on the other side, nit-picking it apart.

“Dad always does this though, it's getting too predictable and he is going to lose readers.”

Ransom rolled his eyes and chose to ignore noting that particular comment in his notes. “Fuck Walt, Harlan is as renowned for his best sellers as other writers in his genre. He's not going to fucking lose readers. Besides, this killer is completely unpredictable and if you say otherwise, I’m calling you a fucking liar.”

Walt snapped his attention to Ransom lounging behind the desk. “Don't even start with me about this, you are wet behind the ears spoiled brat who knows nothing. I’ve been managing Dad's books for years.”

Ransom cocked his head, shrugging as he lazily leaned back in his chair. “Seems I know something since Granddad wanted me to come on to partner with you, as an equal.”

“Cause Dad felt sorry for you Ransom. Poor little Hugh who has no life skills. I let you come work here, make no mistake about that. I felt pity for you.”

It was just Ransom’s eyes that showed how pissed he was. His mask was cool, his smirk coy while he watched Walt, who was the opposite. Walt on the other hand was unable to hide his feelings, anger was apparent all over his face, the color rising along his neck and heated his face. “Sure you did Walt, you would have gotten this company up 20 percent in sales for hardcovers, worldwide. Wait… no, my connections got that, not yours. How about you keep trying to convince Harlan on that Netflix deal and sell out everything Grandad stands for. Harlan might be sick of listening to you and give in.” Ransom said dismissively while glancing at the time on his computer. “Now can you fuck off Walt? I have an appointment who will be here in a few minutes.”

“I'm your boss, you can't-”

“No you really fucking are not.” Ransom planted his hands on his desk and rose slowly, his tone turning darker with a warning. “Now get the fuck out…” Walt cowered slightly as he took a step back. “Before I fucking remove your gimp ass myself.”

Walt puffed his chest like a ridiculous ape, flicking a hand through his mop of curls to hide his discomfort at his nephew. “You can't-”

“I just did.”

“Whatever, we are not finished though Ransom.”

“Course we aren't.” A sneer curled Ransom's upper lip as he watched his uncle stumble out of the door.

After a few minutes of peace finally, having spent a whole morning with Walt, Ransom went back to the manuscript they had been going over when a gentle tentative knock sounded on his door.

“It’s unlocked.” He called out, making sure to save his work when he glanced up to see you slip in. His eyes softened when he saw you, slipping off your jacket and setting your bag in the chair nearby. “You are a sight for sore eyes, Kitten.” He rumbled out slightly as he pushed back his chair while you circled around his desk.

He wasted no time grasping the back of your thighs and pulling you in closer, making you stumble between his legs, your hands falling to his shoulders. “Whoa Ransom, what's got you in a rush.” You teased, your hands flexing against his shoulders and sweeping up to his neck to slide onto his cheeks to feel the smooth just shaved sensation he preferred.

Maybe it was Walt's insult earlier hitting Ransom harder than he thought. As much as he hated his family, besides Harlan and Great Nana, they all could fuck off for good. But there was still a part of him that hurt, the disgust they had for him somehow still managed to be a barb in him that was festering. He couldn't pull the infected hook out completely, he tried.

It also pissed him off.

“Do I need a reason?” He countered as his hands slid up the back of your skirt and cupped your bare ass, making him arch a brow. His worries start to fade in the background as you get a sly look, biting on your lip as he makes this discovery. “Kitten, you being a little slut for me today?”

“Maybe.” You pop your lips and lean in close to brush ruby red lips against his mouth. “How about I paint your cock today? Will that make you feel better?”

Your lips stretched around his cock? That would absolutely make him feel better, having you on your knees worshipping his cock really gave him a rush. Ransom immediately pushed down on your hips for you to fall to your knees between his spread thighs, his pants stretched to the max. Your hands fell to his buckle and started to unwind the leather from where it was clasped through the belt loop. Already he had tented slacks and a throbbing hard-on for you. “It always does, Kitten.”

Ransom let his eyes slide close, if there was anything he could enjoy and turn his brain off from the fuckery that was in his life, it was you. You with your perfect fuckable mouth and big eyes staring up at him like he was the greatest goddamn thing in the world. He wondered if you even know what that did to him. The way it made him feel like he was actually worth something. Even if it was only for a few minutes till life got in the way and you were yet again walking away.

Your hands circled his cock and eased him out, the relief of it made him take a deep breath while his hand rubbed on his thighs, for now, letting you do as you wanted before he took over and properly fucking your mouth like he knew you liked. The way you would slobber all over, those groans and gags that made your eyes water, well fuck he had a couple pictures on his phone of just how pretty you looked. He might need to take another one today, one of you under his desk sucking him off, probably make it his new lock screen.

A kitten lick along the underside of his shaft snapped Ransom back to attention, crealuen blue eyes looking down at you while you run the tip of your nose along his cock, inhaling his musky essence before your tongue flattened against him, trailing the thick throbbing vein to the tip where you purred swirling your tongue around him. One hand wrapped around the base, holding him in place, and the other rubbed at the inside of a roped thigh, teasing your way down to cup his balls.

Ransom knew your games, you always liked to tease, slap his cock off your lips before sucking him off, but today he was impatient, his hand fisting in your hair, and a single warning fell from him. “Open.” You didn't defy him, you didn't struggle or try to make him bend to your will.

You widened those pretty eyes at him and popped your mouth open, tongue hanging over the edge of your bottom lip to help guide him in. Your moan was sinful the way it came out of you with the way your lips stretched around him as he fed you his cock, flutters of your tongue encouraged him to continue while your hands wrapped around him to rub up and down him, stimulating him to thrust further into your mouth.

Fingers tightened in your hair, messing it up while he pressed you in closer. The hollowing of your cheeks squeezed your mouth around him, encasing him in a tight warmth that could almost be as good as your cunt squeezing and milking him. For whatever reason, he was gentle, even through the moment you felt him at the back of your throat when you gagged. It made you glare up at him.

You didn't want him to be gentle, you wanted Ransom to pound his frustrations out on your mouth and you sucked desperately on his cock as he pulled out of your wet mouth, hoping your look would let him know that was what you were expecting.

The sensation of sucking on his cock made him study you, your needy whine, and shuffle on your knees as you brought yourself closer to him. “Needing me to fuck your mouth hard Kitten?” He rumbled out and you nodded as much as possible with your mouth full of him.

Hands cupped your face and Ransom no longer let himself ease into you, instead, he made you his toy, making you take his cock down your throat while you hung onto his thighs, burying your nose into the trimmed curls at the base of his cock and moaning around him with demanding hums till you started to sputter when he held you on him till your lungs made you slap at him to pull back. “You are gonna fucking take it, Kitten. He groaned, the noises rising from him while he jerked you on and off him started to fill his office like some pornographic video. “Fuck this mouth is just perfect for fucking.”

His cock swelled, so wanting to release thick streams of cum down your throat, but he rather be buried in your pussy for that. Yanking you off of him, he pulled you up. “C’mere, need to be in that cunt.”

You scrambled to keep up, reaching to pull your skirt up around your hips while straddling Ransom's lap. It wasn't an ease into you sort of situation, and you hissed at the way he so suddenly lined himself up and buried into you. His mouth attached to your neck, and you were bucking on him almost immediately with your own lewd moans to add to the sound of his body fucking up into you. The desk chair you two occupied precariously rolled back, crashing into a shelf of Harlan's books behind you two, toppling down around the two of you while you both furiously fucked.

Hands grabbed at one another, yours pulled at Ransom's hair while you pulled yourself up and down on his cock, Ransom shoved your shirt up and buried his face in your breasts, kissing and biting on them as they were shoved in his face, he traveled up your collarbone to latch onto your neck while his hands had a tight grasp on your jutting hips, pulling you back down harshly while he angled his cock just right.

The gasp falling from you while your cunt clenched around him so tight, fisting velvet walls around him to hold onto him let him know that he was hitting you just right. “Fuck Ransom, yes… fuckfuckfuck!”

A pounding cut through the haze of you two wrapped in one another. A heavy thudding on the door while a silhouette pressed against the fogged glass trying to look in. Walts’ voice was a jarring nuisance in your lust-filled symphony that Ransom literally growled against your lips hearing it. “Ransom, what the hell is going on in there? We can hear you out here.”

“Ignore him.” You gasped against his mouth before your tongue plunged in, the kiss a messy gasp between you two.

“What the fuck Ransom?! OPEN THE DOOR.” The handle jiggled, Ransom was counting his blessings that you had snapped the lock when you came in. Another set of pounds interrupted you and Ransom pried himself away from your chasing lips, slamming you on him one last time with a grunt from both of you.

“Fuck off Walt, I’m in my fucking meeting!”

“What kind of meeting is this?”

You started to suck kisses on Ransom's neck, biting at the tense tendons flexing there as he tried to focus on you and answer his bastard uncle at the same time.

“The kind you get your dick sucked off Walt, FUCK OFF.” Ransom fisted his hand in your hair, yanking your head back so he could see your desperate face, the one that had you begging him to finish you. Your eyes fluttered back in your skull as your hips bucked on his cock. “Just like that Kitten?”

“Fuck Ransom, I’m gonna cum so hard on your cock.” You didn't even try to hide what you were saying while Walt started screaming on the other side of the door.

“This is a place of business Ransom! Not for you to fuck whores.”

Your eyes screwed shut, the incessant screaming of Walt driving you mad while you tried chasing your ending. “Oh god Ransom, I’m gonna cum!” The chair slammed back once more, crashing more books off the shelf falling around you two while you screamed Ransom's name.

“I'm going to call the cops, I’m dialing right now.”

This made you scream while Ransom still pounded himself in you, your head turning to look over your shoulder. “Call them Walt and I will make you regret that. Get the fuck out of here. This is my time to get some dick!” It ended up being you who scared him off this time.

There was a sputtering of curses that faded away till all you could hear was Ransom chasing his own ending, puffs of air and curses falling from him as you felt his cum fill your cunt and you both sagged in the chair. Your head buried against his shoulder and panting slightly to catch your breath.

Before you knew it you started giggling, hiding your face while Ransom snorted in a similar fashion, tilting his head back to look down at you. “Your time to get some dick?”

“I was your fucking meeting, are we making that an actual thing now?” you teased back while burying your nose in closer to him, still enjoying the high of your orgasm.

“When pussy is this good, fuck yes.” Ransom pressed a kiss to your forehead, obviously his words had more meaning than that, but you didn't ask for them. You knew just as much as he did. So you two let the silence wash over you. Ransom tracing patterns up your back till you shifted to sit up, making him groan at your pussy flexing around his soft dick. “Could just stay inside of you.”

“Tempting Ransom.” You smirked and cupped his face, to admire his features, your eyes falling to perfect pink lips that you knew tasted of sinful ideas and back up to bright blue eyes that seemed hopeful. You closed the gap and let yourself kiss him slowly, perfectly. “Was this what you wanted to tell me?”

His arms circled around your waist, keeping you there among the mess you two had made of his office. “Harlan wanted me to extend you an invite. He is having a small get together to celebrate the launch of his new book. He wants you there.”

You hummed at his words while fixing Ransom's hair from where you had gripped at it while riding him. “I’m surprised he asked for me to come? Course I will be there, what day is it?” The way he smiled made your heart clench, knowing it was making him happy that you would be coming to the party.

“Well I happened to mention you the other day while I was having lunch with him and he insisted on inviting you to come to his party.”

It was a couple hours when Ransom had you leave out the back way from his office, not wanting you to have to deal with Walt, who the both of you had heard stalking back and forth the front of his office in his gimping shuffle.

He let his uncle simmer for another hour before he opened his office door, it wasn't long after Ransom was back to reading the manuscript when Walt darkened his doorway, the anger coming from him filling the small space like a coil tightened too far, about to snap.

“I don't know what you think this is Ransom, but this is your grandfather's legacy that you are just fucking around on. Who the hell was that? Your whore? You know the reputation you have bringing a bitch like that around here. Just to get your dick wet? Do it in your own time.” Walt sneered.

Ransom ignored him for now, flipping to the next page and continuing reading the manuscript while Walt came closer, leaning down to yell in Ransom's ear. “DO YOU HEAR ME YOU FUCKING WASTE OF SPACE?!”

A toss of the manuscript had Ransom surging to a stand, making Walt stumble back into the doorway nearby in surprise, a cock of Ransom's head made him look intimidating as his eyes narrowed at Walt. “Loud and clear Walt… me getting pussy seems to really bother you. I assume you are not getting enough from your wife?”

"Be careful what you say boy, that is your aunt." Walt once more puffed up, his own gaze narrowing at him. “How much do you pay for it, Ransom? The only way you ever get anyone over here, she bring you your latest bunch of designer drugs so you can get high here as well? As soon as Dad hears about this, you're done. Proving what a waste you really are, draining the family resources.”

Ransom braced his hand against the door to his office, the words that hours ago would have stung and put him in a rage had no effect on him right now. His time spent with you put him back in a better mind space, able to deal with the daily shit his family dealt on him. “Best pussy you will never ever get Walt, how about you go beg your wife to have some pity on that limp dick of yours. Oh, and eat shit.” With that, he snapped the door shut in his uncle's face.

Walt sputtered on the other side, the best comeback he had was flung at the shut door, his words muffled as he screamed them from the other side.

“I’m not eating one iota of shit Ransom!”

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[comradekatara]

the gaang + how well they would do on the infinity train?

this is suuuper hard because there are so many factors to take into consideration. first is obviously the train itself. the train's function in a metanarrative sense is to serve as a vehicle for storytelling, dissecting & deconstructing the process of a narrative and how a character's arc is propelled by their circumstances. the train supposedly functions to improve its passengers, and yet we also know that The Train is a deeply flawed mechanism that can corrupt and further traumatize its passengers just as much as it can "fix" them. when the train invites you in with the single-minded goal of getting your number to zero, assuming you ever disembark, you're probably gonna be left with even more trauma than when you arrived, or at the very least, weirder trauma.

grace wanted to be seen, but instead of learning to value herself for her own intrinsic worth instead of relying on validation from those around her, she was enabled by that validation and literally started a cult. likewise, since jet is basically a less heinous version of simon, i see him taking a similar path to the apex (though he would of course name them the freedom fighters) trying to overthrow the tyrannical one-one and reinstate the True Conductor. he would think his path is righteous. he would think he is protecting those kids from evil. who knows what would happen once he learns the truth.

then there is the matter of what the train wants from you. the train arrives at a pivotal moment in one's life, when they are at an emotional crossroads and need a catalyst for growth. for example, jesse's problem was relatively small (because he is perfect) but hurting his brother caused him emotional turmoil nonetheless, so the train stepped in. this means that to answer this question properly, i would have to answer not only when the train arrives for them, but why, and seeing that every single atla character carries massive amounts of baggage (most of it flavors of trauma that infinity train has not addressed), this proves extremely difficult. i have to identify the most narratively satisfying moment in each character's lives to have the train arrive, and then i have to make assumptions about which cars would propel them which way (emotionally). you're asking me to outline nine different fanfictions.

only jet's character feels similar enough to any of the characters we've seen in infinity train for me to even have an inkling as to what path he would take. while sokka and tulip are quite similar as people (rational, scientific yet creative thinkers who over-rely on logic over feeling, are deeply loyal, and instinctually blame themselves for the problems caused by others), their character arcs themselves have little in common. both aang and hazel experience a tragic loss of pure, childhood innocence (which is why i cry over both of them every day), but in relatively dissimilar ways (at least appa gets to return to aang). min-gi and zuko are both pressured by their upbringings to conform to a standard that makes them miserable to please their parents, only to ultimately embrace their own passion & truth... but not only do those arcs play out completely differently, zuko and min-gi are completely different people, and if anything, zuko's approach to life is far more like ryan's (ie, jumping off a cliff and hoping he lands on his feet).

but what i think you're really asking, at the end of the day, is how emotionally mature, self-aware, and capable of positive growth is each atla character? because how am i supposed to know what the train would do to their psyches, considering each external situation would shape them differently, and unless i'm supposed to meticulously craft fanfiction for each one of them (which i wouldn't be opposed to doing, but only for one character, i simply cannot do all nine – also, i'm surprised infinity train AUs aren't more common, but then again i'm not particularly familiar with fanficition, so maybe it is!), it would only be an approximation, in which i identify their core problem (which again, is not how real people work, or even how atla characters work, but how The Train works) and then analyze how long it would take for each of them to solve said problem.

so, that was a very long-winded preface. without further ado:

aang's main problem is that he keeps running away from his problems, which is to say, distracting himself from the enormity of his grief. personally, i would say his coping mechanism isn't the worst. after all, he experiences so much world-shattering pain in such a short span of time, and he does deserve to preserve his childhood and his innocence for as long as possible. but, for the purposes of the narrative, the train must necessarily disagree. he must confront his grief head-on, without distracting himself from it or flying into a destructive rage that he'd only regret later. it also depends on who his companions are. with katara by his side, he can get through anything (and vice versa), but it's unclear who will be there to guide him through his pain. that said, i know he'd make it through okay. he's aang. he has to.

katara lives in a fairytale. like i said with aang, that's not really a bad thing. she's a great kid with big dreams and a big heart. she wants to save the world, and – guess what! – she does. but living in a storybook strips one's worldview of the nuances of life, not simply the harsh realities of the world, but also the full extent of one's personhood, outside of simply the black and white worldview of heroes and villains. katara's apotheosis is when she confronts yon rha, looks him in the eyes, and sees a human being staring back at her, another human being. she is no longer in a revenge tale. she is out of stories to tell herself. (life doesn't make narrative sense.) ironically, the train is a metaphor for storytelling, so katara coming to realize that she isn't in a story would both be confusingly meta and also fucking brilliant (if i do say so, personally). i don't know how exactly it would play out, but by god i would pay to see it.

in many ways, sokka is remarkably open-minded, and in many ways, sokka is extremely stubborn. i think he'd come to terms with his own emotional growth (which would be rooted in learning his own self-worth) faster than he'd come to terms with the train itself. "okay, fine, yeah, i deserve love regardless of what i can do for other people, but WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PLACE?!?!?" his journey through the train is actually everyone else's dream experience on the train. passengers and denizens alike keep falling in love with him (or at the very least, admiring him more than they've ever admired anyone they've ever met), but he doesn't even notice because he's too busy being extremely suspicious of everything he comes into contact with. yes, he'll solve your problems and puzzles and help people and make meaningful connections and eventually he might start to realize that he is worth something even when he's alone, even (especially) when he's being unconventional or "weird" or "selfish." but even once he does get his door, does he walk through it? oh no, he takes it apart and tries to figure out how it just created a fucking portal. so while he would technically "do" quite well, he is never leaving that fucking train. rip sokka.

well, toph needs to learn to accept and embrace her own vulnerability. she definitely goes through that same crystal karaoke car tulip did. that, or the train just tortures her by putting her in increasingly more painful situations in which she must ask for help. but that's too awful to even think about, so i'm just gonna say she has to sing karaoke.

zuko needs to learn to trust his instincts and his own internal moral compass instead of the external pressures being forced upon him by his Father (capital F to emphasize that his nation & his father – aka the patriarchy – are one & the same for him, lmao). and he would fail. a lot. but eventually he would realize that his number goes down when he lets himself be himself, and he would leave the train happy. he probably also gets a bunch of cute little talking animal companions to guide him through. he deserves it.

the train appears to suki while she's having a breakdown in solitary confinement at the boiling rock. she finds healthy ways to cope with being put through hell while on the train, and by the time she gets off, she's being let out of solitary. it is a very rewarding experience, and one that she can swear wasn't just some hallucination. she's constantly telling herself yes, of course it was just a hallucination.... but still... it felt so real....

if i had to diagnose azula with one singular problem that plagues her at the core of her very being, it would have to be her fear of rejection. but it's not good enough to just keep having train cars reject azula, she has to accept that rejection, instead of just intimidating people into submission after the fact. she needs to understand why she is being rejected, and be fine with it, and learn from it, instead of letting her lack of universal perfection in every area anyone could ever excel in shake her to her very core. when ty lee proved that she secured the affections of dumb stupid boys better than azula ever could, she did an arson to cope (which of course is still very valid of her uwu). azula needs to learn to come in second place, third place, even last place, and shrug it off, think to herself, "hopefully i'll do better next time, and if not, that's okay also," and once that happens, everything else will fall into place. though maybe she could read bell hooks or smth at some point on the train cuz i think that could help too.

mai needs to stop being so goddamn depressed all the time. has she tried lexapro, or perhaps using a lightbox in winter? her favorite coping mechanism, knives, only helps her feel something some of the time, but most (if not all) of the time she's still being expected to play a part. has she tried, like, being herself? i heard from zuko (you know, the guy? from the train?) that "being yourself" works wonders. so the train gives her that opportunity. and she actually even enjoys herself for once in her miserable fucking life.

omg there must've been some sort of mistake ty lee was totally sent here by accident because she's actually super happy all the time and doesn't have any problems!!!!!!!! jk, can u even imagine? ty lee hates her life too, she just doesn't go around advertising it like mai does with her big dyke boots and depressing eyeliner. but apparently she also needs to learn how to "be herself," whatever that means. as if life isn't a constant performance, you know, like jacques said or whatever. she sees mai on the train. she rolls her big beautiful brown eyes. "oh god, not you too."

#obeetlebeetle #fuck this took me over an hour to write #asks #the gaang and #analysis #AUs #synthesis #mailee infinity train au when..... #sokka is the only one who dies on the train. unfortunate. aunt wu was right once again. #god this question was hard #so many factors to consider #i want the mailee season tho #and i want it NOW!