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atla-adult-au · 6 months

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The Fierce One

Years after their children grew up, got married, and started families of their own, she paid a visit to a dear friend who was like a sister to her. Accompanied by another friend, who was known for her stubbornness, they traveled to the island where their retired friend and her husband, who was once the ruler of the land, resided.

All three of them took turns caring for her, talking to her, feeding her. But her friend’s husband, the retired lord was mostly there. He would tirelessly carry her to the commode to relieve herself or clean up after her accidents. He would be the one to change her soiled clothes. She, that was always ready to help the people that needed her, didn’t want to be a burden to her family. But the lord felt it was an honor to care for her more than her nurses do.

Unable to fall asleep, she was consumed with the belief that her friend's life was coming to an end. She would gaze out of the guest room's open window where she’s staying. She takes in the warm, humid air and cool breeze in an attempt to soothe her racing mind.

One morning, she witnessed her friend's husband carrying her friend to the shore before sunrise. Confused by this sight, she immediately woke her other friend, the blind master bender who she shares a guest room with. She instructed her to inform the lord's children.

While she followed them and sat behind the bushes curious as to what was going on. She saw the lord put his wife down and propped to sit her up. He sat behind her to steady and hold her. She heard them talk in whispers, and he would rock her and embrace her while they spoke. She was a witness to the last hours of their undying devotion before the sun rose on the horizon beyond the sea. He would mourn her there as he cradles her in his arms until one of his sons approached them. The second of the twin. Telling him that he needs to let go of mama. That its not right for him to hold her long enough for the effects of death to take its gnarly hands on her already lifeless body. At this, she stood from where she sat and approached the lord.

But he wouldn’t let go just yet.

She puts her hands on his shoulders, goving it a bit of a squeeze that she understands and that she’s there, his fanily and friends are there with him at this hour of mourning.

Without words and without looking, he eased his clutch as his son puts their mother on a cot to prepare her for burial.

The blind master came to him as well. His two beloved friends holding him. Making him feel they’re with him in his time of mourning. Them three remaining of the six are left to pick up the pieces of what was once their family.

Remnants of their friendships bound in time.

That afternoon, they paid their last respects to her friend. She was wrapped and placed on a tug boat. Three of the blind master’s airbending children motioned the boat to move far out at sea. The deceased woman’s husband, the retired lord who is also a powerful firebender formed a flame on his hand. His son, now the Lord of the Land used the flame to lit an arrow and aimed the bow at the boat. The arrow swooshed and precisely hit its target and they watched the fire consume her from a far as the sun dips low in the waters.

The wake lasted for a week. Traditions of prayers, lighting incense, eulogies and celebrations of her life ensued till it was time to go home. The children of the retired lord asked the two women to keep him company for awhile. They’re all that’s left of their legacy after all. The blind master has too much on her plate having that many children and grandchildren so had to bow out but promised to visit often.

The other cant go back to her home because the cold gives her too much pain.

One of her daughters rules their snowy kingdom in the south as an heir, and the younger one followed her mother’s career as a warrior. So she decided to stay, after all, her younger daughter the warrior, lives on an island nearby.

She had history with the retired ruler. She used to protect his wife, who happens to be her sister-in-law. So she is family to him.

He more than welcomed her presence there.

All six of them used to spend their days at his family’s summer house. From planning his autocratic father’s defeat, to celebrating their victory. They all would celebrate milestones there together. From her honeymoon to the water tribe warlord, to having their families spend their vacations with their children, and soon enough their grandchildren. The Summer house was big enough to handle their life’s greatest adventures.

And now it has become his hideaway.

But he did not become a recluse thanks to her and their other friend who visits often as promised with her son. All three would go out of town when she notices him in his brooding moments. They would watch a spar, walk on the shores, make him laugh as they talk about the good old days, they’d go to the tea house which is now a large restaurant franchise being managed by the blind master’s youngest son.

And then one day he noticed her lost in her thoughts. He would call out to her but would be oblivious to him. He would ask her how she is or what she was doing. Sometimes she’d answer, and sometimes her answers were not all there.

He knew she’s starting to slip, her mind fading away. She’d tell him of secrets he was not bound to know. She looks at him differently now. Like meeting someone for the first time. She would sometimes forget where she’s at. Why she’s there. She would even forget who she is. And the magnificent warrior that she was. And he was there to remind her.

Always.

At nights he would wake up to her screams so he runs to her room faster than her caretaker. There are times she thought he was her husband long gone but then she would see his scar and would be angry. She would ask him who did it as if she never knew. She would bolt from her bed and look for her fan and tell him she’d avenge him. He would calm her down and tell her that he was ok.

There was a time she saw her put on a thick face coloring that she used to wear. She would tell him things like she’s getting ready for the war, or that she would be looking for his wife to protect.

Then there were moments she insisted he was her husband. And when he gently reminded her of who her real husband was, she’d think he was being silly.

He summoned her children to show them what was happening.

Her children started to notice it too. Her daughters would recall the times she would forget where she placed things or names but they thought it was just part of old age. The youngest apologized that their mother got worse and will take her to avoid inconvenience. But he asked her children if she could stay with him so she gets the best of care. He insists she’s not a burden as he treats her as family.

There were more than a few times he’d run after her as she goes out of her room naked. What a beauty she was even at that age. A man can only take so much but he’d always think of what his wife and his brother in law would say to him once he meets them in the afterlife. To help keep himself in line, he would always have his eunuch with him to ensure nothing out of the ordinary happens betwen them as he covers her with a robe and redirects her to go back in the house. Thankfully his royal lodge in the islands is big enough for her not to be seen in that condition but only by his caretakers and out of the public eye. This is how he could protect her. She is not as safe if she lives with her family. He is privileged to have a huge estate for the two of them, and a staff at his beck and call that can check in on her round the clock if they have to.

Her daughters and her grandchildren would come visit from time to time. Their other friend was informed as well and she would visit with her children to help out. It was like old times again. The summer house was full of life and laughter. But when they’re gone, he’s all that she’s got and so he keeps an eye on her to keep her safe. He would let her tell stories of her glory days. She would often call him after her husband’s name. And sometimes she’d remember who he is.

He’s seen her at different stages of her mind trapped in time. Her mind as a child-he would play with her as she plays with her miniature trinkets that her grandchildren had bought for her. Her mind as a youth-they would talk and tell stories as friends. Her mind as a wife-when she’d think he was her husband and she would look at him lovingly to his discomfort. Her mind as a mother-when she’d ask about her children. And her mind as a crone-when she’s just on her own, lost in her thoughts and would often forget the names of her children and grandchildren. He was there to remind her who they were when they visit.

She never skimped on hugs and would hold his hand. At times he’d feel there’s something more to it because he knew the difference. Her mind keeps looping from him as a friend and then seeing him as her husband long gone. He makes sure they’re not always alone and his staff knew what was going on in her head.

The night terrors were worse and to pacify her he would keep her company till he falls asleep. She would often call out to him as her friend, or call her husband’s name and he’d be there to answer her just to reassure her she’s not alone.

Caring for her was not easy. Her wife at least didn’t lose her mind like she did. And so the rare moments she was resting and asleep, he would often meditate and look at the pictures of his family, his wife looking at him from the photo gives him strength to continue and help their friend out.

Then one day she started to bleed.

He called on healers and her caretaker to clean her and ease her pain but he was there while they do this to make sure she’s alright and cared for. She got worse as days went on. He asked for her children to come and say their goodbyes.

And with that he lost another friend.

The warrior who loves her fan.

#the tale of suki #zukki #zuko and suki #sukko #friendship #ugh im in the process of editing this so many typos and well bad writing lol

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kaponoss · 1 year

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LETSGOOOO I FINISHED ANOTHER CHAPTER

It’s been over a year since the last one

Ao3

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#writing #sukko #a rose in winter

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existentialmagazine · 1 year

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Review: A Different Kitchen’s debut release ‘I’m Fine I’m Fine’ falls into a blend of alt-indie and post-punk, angsty and soothing all the same

Emerging from the rubble of what used to be Sukko, the Norfolk boys of A Different Kitchen find themselves taking on a new endeavour now, channeling alt-indie meeting post-punk in the most obscurely profound blend. This quintet find themselves inspired by global injustice and a devotion to force a change for the better, writing music that encourages self-reflection and improvement where it matters most. The group address current global issues surrounding racial and gender equality, and the value of mental health awareness and wellbeing, looking to use their platform to influence systematic change. Their debut single ‘I’m Fine I’m Fine’ truly makes a name for itself though, pairing thought-provoking lyricism with a sound distinctly their own.

Hurtling in with a charged-up introduction, ‘I’m Fine I’m Fine’ sees clashing drums, gritty electric guitar and a bright riff all interweaving for a lead-in that can’t help but build your adrenaline high and your expectations higher. But A Different Kitchen are here to show why they’re not just your typical artist, instead reigning as a band looking to stand out and set themselves apart with a fluctuating sound of their own, uninfluenced by modern trends and making music that turns heads authentically. So when this fiery indie-rock turned punk-esque intro leads into more of an acoustic, almost folk-like verse, you may be unprepared for such a sudden twist and yet A Different Kitchen will have you fixating on every sound as if it’s exactly how you expected things to turn. An eclectic slow, acoustic guitar riff sets a bedding of warmth, while delicate beats leave you swaying along, soothed by their vocalist’s soft and sincere delivery. But this peaceful interlude is brought crashing downwards by a chorus that’s thrill-seeking, capturing aggressive drums, shredding guitar, spoken backing vocals and a spoken-sung turn in their main vocalist’s delivery, all-together setting a stage of performative angst and thunderous instrumentals. As things propel forwards, a sense of discontent lingers even in the more stripped-back second verse, slowly starting build and seek a dramatic climax - and that’s exactly what it does. Not a moment of ‘I’m Fine I’m Fine’ isn’t wholeheartedly gripping, and A Different Kitchen prove in this debut that they’re a band who know exactly what they’re doing and aren’t afraid to do it loudly and independently.

Written about a man they used to know who was always alone, outcast from the rest, ‘I’m Fine I’m Fine’ tells his story from afar. From his previous days of looking to fit in, to modern day where he was seen accompanied by a woman and had dyed his hair jet black, the track objectively looks from a distance trying to sense whether he’s truly happy in his current life now he’s no longer alone: ‘I saw Jack and he looked well, he had a girl and black hair.’ Rather obscure in its storytelling, ‘I’m Fine I’m Fine’ doesn’t tell a typical narrative you’d expect within a song, and yet A Different Kitchen make it the most enthralling journey to dive within and learn more of. From picking apart the nuances of whether this complete stranger is doing okay; looking introspectively at your own growth over the years and how others may perceive you in the same light, and the way the track spirals into more of a deranged rambling that asks you look deeper, ‘I’m Fine I’m Fine’ feels like it tells more of a story than its words let on. The almost distraught chorus repetition of ‘I’m feeling, I’m feeling fine’ loops throughout, with a solid thirty seconds until the track’s closure consumed by progressively more aggressive spewings of it, capturing a real sense of dwindling mental health but with little evident cause. We couldn’t help but feel in its three and a half minute experience that the track were more than it appeared on the surface, leaving us wondering if Jack ever truly existed or if the piece were more of a reflection upon oneself, disassociating and falling into an unstable headspace. Whichever way you choose to interpret it, there’s one thing for sure and it’s that ‘I’m Fine I’m Fine’ is a song you’ll be utterly addicted to listening to as well as picking apart for a meaning in whichever way you choose to see it.

Check out ‘I’m Fine I’m Fine’ for yourself here to enjoy the ever-so meticulously crafted soundscape and uniquely penned lyricism that makes A Different Kitchen a band not to forget anytime soon!

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Felix Jordan

// This coverage was created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator

#music #singlereview #adifferentkitchen #sukko

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bogucharskaya · 1 year

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sukko, 2021

#sukko

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therubberchickenflies · 7 months

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Me: phew, Rosh Hashanah is over. Now it’s time to relax :)

Me: *looks at my calendar*

#rosh hashanah #jewblr #jumblr #jewish #yom kippur #sukkot #sukkos #simchat torah #shemini atzeret #no I’m not being lazy and using the same cat meme again #this is simply the high holidays cat meme #I’ve decided that just now

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dovymcjewpunk · 7 months

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חג סוכות שמח!

#jewish #sukkos #sukkah #sukkot #judaism #jew #jew stuff #jewblr #jewish holidays

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trashfactorysstuff · 1 year

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All my avatar drawings at the moment.

#i know younger iroh was hot #i just know #zhao being my fav clearly #sokka best boy.#uncle iroh #Admiral Zhao #Sukko Atla #azula atla

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eretzyisrael · 7 months

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Arbah Minim Buying Guide: Laws of the Four Species:The special mitzvah of waving the 4 species

It describes the do’s and don’ts of handling a Lulav, Hadas, Arava, and Esrog.

The requirements for each of the sections are clearly indicated in both the text and the illustrations.

Source: sukkahworld.com

#israel #Sukkot #Judaism #Jumblr #Sukkos #Frumblr #Succah

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your-stranger-halfblood-things · 7 months

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Jeremy Heere is eating his meals at Jared Kleinman's house because he has a sukka

#happy sukkos everyone #sukkos #sukka #sukkot #jared kleinman #jeremy heere #jewish #im jewish #be more chill #dear even hanson #deh #bmc #musicals #books

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thepomegranatewitch · 6 months

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chag sameach and happy chuseok!

This year, for the first time ever, I built a sukkah. It was tough. I'm not going to lie, even doing it on the cheap it was expensive. There was a lot of hot, hard work.

But I am so, so proud of myself.

I put in the effort to make sure my kids have access to both of their cultures through me, and then I got a shady hut to sit in this last week. I also am making sure to be visibly, loudly, publicly all my selves, so another queer, neurodivergent, mixed race Asian Jew out there knows they aren't the only one.

For those who don't know, Sukkot is a Jewish harvest-time festival celebrating the harvest with some ancestor veneration. It's not a big deal holiday anymore, but it was one of the three pilgrimage festivals during Temple times. I've seen lovely photos of streets in eretz yisrael lined with many sukkot. Chuseok is a Korean harvest-time festival celebrating the harvest with some ancestor veneration. It's not such a big deal holiday anymore, but many people still use it as a time to travel and spend time with living relatives. I hear tell of planes and hotels being booked out for months and traffic being horrendous as people roadtrip to childhood or ancestral hometowns.

Here's some photos of mixed race Jewish Korean queer joy. If you follow the link at the bottom, you can watch the video with voiceover on my instagram. (I could download the video, but because I added the theme from Practical Magic behind my words instagram wouldn't let me download my own voice.)

Come with me and enjoy!

Image description: a light skinned mixed race person with dark hair and eyes, large dark green glasses, a white kerchief, and a light blue jeogori with dark blue collar and cuffs and white dongjeong smiles at the camera, gesturing with one hand upwards and back to the grass fence sukkah wall behind them.

Image description: building the sukkah. A series of five shots, the first two with the person described above wearing a long sleeve green tee and a striped buff straw sunhat on a cloudless sunny day. They use white cotton twine to stitch reed fencing to a metal pop up tent frame, with the top lowered to waist height. The third shot, without people, shows the roof completed and raised to useable height, with flowering bougainvillea and white oleander in the background against a cloudless blue sky. The fourth shot shows the sukkah with walls and an orange outdoor extension cord going into the sukkah. The top has more schach of flowering bougainvillea, pyracantha with orange berries, and an olive-like ornamental covering the roof under the metal frame point. The last shot, at night, shows the interior of the sukkah with a round outdoor table and four patio chairs with cushions inside. Sandbags hold the corners of the sukkah, and a large blue tapestry with a combined sun and moon is pinned to the back wall. Outdoor lights are strung so the sukkah interior glows brightly against the dark night.

Making songpyeon! Songpyeon are as important to Chuseok as a hanukkiah is to Xanike or a seder is to Pesach. They are two to three bite rice cakes traditionally stuffed with sesame seeds, pine nuts, beans, or chestnuts, mixed with honey. They are steamed on pine needles to make a sweet, earthy, chewy treat. I wanted to buy them, but nowhere locally sells them. The white and purple are from our first batch, and the decorated green and purple are from batches six and seven. We had seven batches in 48 hours, and I am grateful my preschooler has been getting plenty of playdough time at school - they were really good at making songpyeon!

A note on togetherness: it is traditional to make songpyeon at home together. I have many memories of the work and stress that went in to pulling off picture-perfect holidays, and while the photographed objects are perfect, the smiles never reach our eyes. I committed to making ugly art and focusing my energy on enjoying time with my four and one year old. I want their foundational memories to be enjoying time together, not me screaming at them to make perfect edible art. It was only on the last batch, when we had an empty afternoon stretching out before us, that we tried some more beautiful candies. I think they turned out great.

The white are plain, the purple is made with blueberry juice, and the green with green tea powder. We stuffed ours with a mix of honeyed pine nuts, honeyed white sesame seeds, and honeyed black sesame seeds. We also made a batch tinted rosy brown with beetroot powder.

Image description. Set of seven photos showing songpyeon being made. The first three show a plate with measured but unstuffed pieces, shaped pieces, and the same person as above in a black shirt, black apron, and teal tichel using a spoon to stuff a white songpyeon with sesame seeds. These all sit on a table with a large print of orange fruits, leaves, and flowers. The songpyeon are white and purple. Below that is a set of four images with green and purple songpyeon decorated with purple and green flowers to leaves. They are simple in design. The first two show the paler, uncooked pieces sitting on cloth liners and pine needles in a bamboo steamer basket on the table, and the last two are steamy shots showing the cooked pieces, now darker, still in the steamer basket in the pot on the stove.

Some shots of the sukkah just before the triple holiday started: Chuseok, Sukkot, and Shabbat. After all the work I did (plus baking our challah), we got takeout for dinner.

Our lulav is not standard. We don't have an etrog, but a very special lemon our friends grew and gifted us the harvesting thereof. The palm came from our home, and the willow from our friends,' but instead of myrtle I opted for redwood branches (also from our friends' home). These are similarly fragrant, grow in sets of three, and were foragable by me and the baby close to home. I believe there is a balance to be found between traditional observance, and localized observance. It's not right for everyone, but it is right for me and my family.

The table with with shabbat candlesticks and food is our jesa table. Jesa is an ancestor veneration ceremony in which food and bows are offered to the ancestors. They consume the energy from the food, and leave their blessings behind. When we consume the food, we receive the blessings. For more on traditional Korean practices, I recommend popping over to instagram to follow Mudang Mia, Mudang Jenn (who has a free digital magazine), and Mudang Seo Choi (who regularly has kickstarters for books!).

Image description. Four shots of the sukkah interior, showcasing the food. First shot shows a table set for two adults and two children, with printed homemade colouring books at each child's place setting, The table has a blue tablecloth, three takeout boxes of food, a takeout container of fried rice, a small floral arrangement, a challah wrapped in a red and gold cover with bees woven in, a bottle of de-alcoholized red wine, a bottle of pomegranate juice, a large jar of lemon water, and takeout containers for soup. The second shot is the same set but pulled back and showing the whole interior so the lulav table relative to eating table is visible. The third shot is a very narrow table with a blue cloth printed with smiling white suns on it. It has two glass shabbat candlesticks, a package of beeswax candles, a stack of five coconut jellies, chopsticks, and a plate with homemade songpyeon in white, rosy brown, and purple, white mochi with red bean paste, and three cylindrical puffed rice snacks. The fourth shot is of the lemon and lulav bundle as described above. The lulav is wrapped and tied with white cotton twine.

Bonus: the video I made, with voiceover available on instagram.

You aren't alone.

moadim l'simcha.

Image description: a twig with flowering pomegranate in various stages for seven buds and blossoms total. It has a large white circle behind. Collaged on top are three rounds of moon cycles, spiraling in towards the center in black.

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