when characters activate their powers like this i feel it
im glad we all feel it
(someone mentions the us military) haha nice i watched that unraveled too
i’m so glad the us military is just something brian made up for unraveled
(someone mentions the us military) haha nice i watched that unraveled too
(while watching a video about the hero’s journey in english): oh that’s a cool polygon reference
zuko & aang doing the dragon dance…… that’s drift compatibility babey
A drawing showing how Jim Henson Performed Kermit in The Muppet Movie’s swamp scene.
plato’s allegory of the cave
It was amazing of Jim to go through all that trouble just to give Kermit a reassuring pat on the back and help him through that banjo scene.
RECONCILIATION IS DEAD.
Wet'suwet'en never ceded their territory to the colonization attempts of settlers, that land is under the sovereign law of the Wet'suwet'en Chieftains. The Canadian Government and the authorities of British Columbia have no fucking right to walk on that land. They violate laws which predate European colonization.
Stand with Wet'suwet'en, donate and spread word, whatever you can manage. Be outspoken, even if you have no indigenous ties, people from all around the world are standing behind the good work of Camp Unist'ot'ten. This is about more than the fully justified rage of the First Nations of North America, it is a demonstration that the faceless tyrants present in our governments and business enterprises will not be allowed to bat aside the rights of human beings for the sake of further engorging a fucking profit margin.
Enchanters go around rewireing people’s personalities, and illusion specialists think completely destroying someone’s sense of reality is a cool prank, and no one says a thing. But I find a way to use dead bodies and suddenly it’s “dark magic” and “an abomination against the gods”
there should be a new emotion added to the spectrum of emotion called “the feeling u get when u were obsessed with supernatural in like 2012 and carry on wayward son comes on and it’s a genuinely good song but you feel like a ghost has walked through your body”
interrogation scene in a movey where the guy refuses to cooperate and he’s like “fuck you” and spits blood and the people interrogating him are like “what the fuck. nobody’s even hit you yet. where did you get all that blood from”
i think that’d be funny
“Dude are you ok”
Other end of the spectrum is when Juno Steel is being interrogated in a basement and his interrogator just keeps slapping him and he’s like “more slaps? You have a gun!”
had a dream griffin mcelroy was giving tours at the aquarium as like a special guest kind of thing and every time he’d stop in front of an animal he’d be like “alright gang gather round. i have no idea what the FUCK this is” and then we’d move on
imagine you’re a citizen of ba sing se and this new tea shop just opened up and has good reviews so you figure you’ll try it out. you get there and there’s this kinda rude scarred server but the tea is actually really good so you start to frequent it. then it suddenly mysteriously stops operating and you find out it’s because the owner and server vanished. then a couple months after that you find out that was the new FIRELORD???
Role swap au where Zuko was the Avatar who got frozen for a hundred years, so when he’s rescued from the ice instead of a goofy twelve year old Katara catches this mysterious teenager with long hair and a cool scar and a fucking DRAGON
Katara: BOY???? HOT BOY?????? HOT TEENAGE BOY?????????
Katara: nevermind I hate him
How does Aang factor into this? I ask because the more I think about it the more I want him to somehow be trying to capture the Avatar.
Aang is 112 years old, decided he was going to be Zuko’s airbending teacher, and refuses to take no for an answer
Aang: Aw, the new Avatar doesn’t want me.
Aang: *gets out a weighted net* Time for Plan B then.
Look, you know how you keep a net from falling on you? YOU AIRBEND IT, SUCKA. Air comes right after fire in the cycle so it’s not like the guy has any other options. Do you want a flaming net falling on you? No? Then learn to airbend. Or this tiny old man will cart you away like a trussed turkey and lecture you about the power of laughter, going with the flow, opening your chakras, and other hippie shit.
Sokka, slouching against a fence, not moving: Oh nooooooo, that creepy old man stole the Avataaaaaaaaaar.
Sokka, sitting down on the ground: We should dooooo something.
Sokka, pulling out his lunch: Otherwise he might actually learn something. That would be teeeerrible.
Katara, indignant rage coursing through her body: Sokka!!!!!!!! We have to go look for him!!!!
Sokka: Might! Actually! Learn! Something! Katara!
Katara, also sitting down: We have to go look for him…. *gets out her own sandwich* But, maybe after lunch.
I love that this transforms Aang’s role in the full Team Avatar familial situation from the baby of the family to the Grandpa with weird hobbies
My brain, immediately after the “Aang won’t take no for an answer” post:
Aang: I’m gonna ride him! *jumps on Zuko’s shoulders*
Actually, I thought a bit more about this: If Aang is “grandpa figure who won’t fucking stop teaching Zuko to be a better and more spiritually fulfilled person,” then what is Iroh doing?
And then it hit me.
Iroh: *sitting in a teahouse at a paisho table*
Iroh, deadpan: I must capture the last airbender.
Iroh: It is the only way to make sure the powe rof the Avatar won’t be turned on the Fire Nation.
Iroh: Only then will I be redeemed in the eyes of the Fire Lord for my failure at Ba Sing Se.
Iroh: Anyway, it’s your turn.
About half of the B plots are just Iroh finding new ways to feign incompetence and bad luck so that his political watchdog can’t prove that he’s letting Aang - and by extension Zuko - get away.
Sometimes Iroh plays paisho with Aang, whose entire disguise during these games consists of a painfully fake mustache.
AANG WAS THE OTHER PLAYER IN THAT SCENE OF COURSE IT’S PERFECT (the moustache is just a bit of Appa’s fur tied in a string)
i think about this post all the time and if i may, i would like to suggest keeping the banished royalty angle for zuko.
he was the eldest son of fire lord sozin, who knew the avatar was the greatest threat to the fire nation, but also knew the new one would be a firebender and he couldn’t exactly merc his own people, now could he? but he always planned to order a convenient little assassination on whoever the new avatar turned out to be and in the meantime took out the air temples so that avatar couldn’t learn the next element in the cycle. of course, when it turns out to be his son, sozin, stellar dad that he is, thinks “if you want something done right” and shoots a fire blast at his firstborn.
zuko enters the avatar state, blows up half the palace, etc etc as one does, gets a nasty scar for his trouble, and escapes, hence why he was hanging out far enough south to necessitate katara and sokka cracking open a cold boy a century later.
all this is to say 1. i think it’s a good way to maintain zuko’s background and characterization in an au like this and 2. it leads to a secret second roleswap
because this makes zuko iroh’s uncle.
thank you for clearing your city’s good name
i am convinced, in my heart of hearts, that a mid-range-priced hotel near a sports stadium is where human beings can be found at their most primal. and this is where i worked my senior year of undergrad.
i should start with a disclaimer that i think anyone who has worked in a hotel will agree with, and it is that the wildest shit is really not funny at all–especially at the time. like i could tell you about the drunk guy who got into someone else’s room carrying nothing but a half-empty bottle of vodka, passed out, and then threatened to kill my supervisor; or i could tell you about the naked dude who used every part of the room as a bathroom except the bathroom and then called the front desk, trying to get exclusively the female staff to “help him with his luggage”; or the man who was convinced housekeeping stole some of his stuff so decided to harass every member of the staff he could find by screaming obscenities at us in person and over the phone until we were all genuinely concerned he was going to assault someone from housekeeping; or the lady who thought it would be funny to fake a human trafficking incident. i won’t.
i would LOVE, however, to tell you about my nemeses: the hot tub beer people.
for context, my hotel was the closest one to the university football stadium that wasn’t exorbitantly expensive and/or always sold out. so every game day, i got to see a particular breed of white man in his natural habitat. physically large, usually loud, wearing at least one article of sports team paraphernalia, barefoot, nursing an open cup of beer. there was always one wandering around the lobby because the hotel restaurant wouldn’t serve him if he wasn’t wearing shoes.
i will have the pleasure of meeting several this particular night.
a gentleman comes up to me early in the evening, blessedly wearing shoes but also carrying a beer, and asks if he can bring alcohol into the pool. the pool has a very large sign on the door that states: NO FOOD. NO BEVERAGES. NO ALCOHOL.
“no,” says i, because the answer is no.
“okay.” the man begins to walk away. he returns a moment later and asks, slyly, as if i am in on the joke and would just love to let him bring alcohol into the pool area if it weren’t for these pesky rules, “what are the consequences if we do?”
“i’m going to have to ask you not to do that,” i reply with one of the many customer service smiles in my repertoire.
he seems to find this fair enough. dear reader, i had hoped this would be the end of it. i was so naive, so young then.
i would guess about an hour later, i see the same fellow approach the desk. he seems irritated and unhappy. i don’t believe the beer in his hand is the same one, but it might as well be.
“just so you know,” he says snippily, “you told me i couldn’t drink in the pool, but there are a bunch of people in the hot tub with beers.”
what a delight.
i assure him that they will not be permitted to continue their beer drinking either, thank you sir, and grab my manager. we check out the security camera in the pool, and sure enough, there are six people in the hot tub chugging away at some cans of budweiser. they could not even be bothered to get good beer–this is wisconsin. the audacity. but i digress.
i head to the pool, because i have gained a reputation in a couple other jobs at being good at telling people they’re not allowed to do shit. (in my personal life i have a deeply upsetting anxiety response to most forms of interpersonal conflict, but Customer Service Sarah is a horse of a different color. that shit makes you grow a spine like no other.)
i stride into the pool–carefully; i do not yet have my iconic non-slip shoes–and give a little Hey folks! just so you know to the clan soaking away their troubles in the hot tub. the man i take to be the leader of their little gang gets out of the hot tub and comes up to me. now, i’m not known for the enforcement of my own personal bubble, but there is a particular way in which some white men who are very used to getting whatever they want will really utilize the whole personal space issue to their advantage. this man is not subtle about it.
“of course,” he assures me. “we’ll just set our beer outside the door here, i don’t want to go all the way back to the room.”
“sure,” i say, “and we’re going to need to clean up the empty cans.”
apologies, dear reader, for not explaining the set dressing before now. there are empty bottles and cans of beer–some even in beer cozies! how homey–strewn about in a 10 foot radius from the hot tub. nobody in the tub moves, including the man who is still watching me, so i start gathering them myself.
“watch out,” says a woman in the hot tub from a deep and lovingly-dug well of sarcasm as i leave with my arms full of their trash, “somebody might have some water”
i arrive back at the front desk. i do not trust these people as far as i can throw them. i pull up the security camera again, just in the nick of time to see my old pal Personal Space Gary reaching up to drape a towel from the pool over the security camera.
a master of subtlety, that man.
well, the story ends as one might expect: my manager calls the night shift maintenance guy, who is a sweet and funny man with what some might consider an intimidating mustache, and the whole crew is ejected from the pool for the remainder of their stay.
to this day, i consider that one of my greatest customer service failures. somewhere out there is a group of beer guzzling football fans who believe themselves to have won out over and humiliated the front desk girl from this one game, and perhaps consider their removal an act of petty revenge as opposed to we don’t have a fucking lifeguard in this pool you can’t be drunk here and you sure as hell can’t have glass containers you absolute buffoon. you can never control the narrative someone else assigns to you, but the knowledge still cuts me deep. maybe someday i will find peace. maybe someday.
also there was the time some guy cut a head-sized hole in his curtains for no apparent reason. i think about that one a lot.
me the 3rd time I’ve gone up to this guys hotel room to ask him to stop vaping because it’s setting off the fire alarm because the clouds are so thick it’s disrupting the sensors and he answers the door all freaked out and jumpy and I have to go in and look around and make sure there isn’t actually a fire only to find that the curtain rod is broken and the closet shelf is broken and the sheets are tied into ropes and when I asked him about it he admitted to me that he did a lil meth and decided to try autoerotic asphyxiation but nothing was sturdy enough and to please not tell his boss because he was in town for job training and they’re paying for his room:
I’m sorry what
Working at a hotel is just Like That
the plot of avatar the last airbender wouldtve happened at all if zuko didnt jump to wild (but correct) conclusions when he saw that beam of light. imagine if he was just like “oh shit is that the aurora borealis” and iroh was like “no its the aurora australis in the south” and then zuko was just like “whatever lets ignore it and keep looking for the avatar in the ocean”
Zuko: The Aurora Australis? In this part of the world, at this time of day, located entirely at that one village?
Zuko: Can we go see it?
Today is the 15-year anniversary of the premier of Avatar the Last Airbender. It won’t be the anniversary of the first episode I ever saw until tomorrow though.
I saw the second episode the 2nd day that it aired, and after that, I never missed the air date of a single episode. Not even when I was in the hospital and had to watch The Beach on my room TV and listen through the clunky bed speaker.
Have any of you guys been watching it from the beginning?
Anyway, thanks for 15 years, Fire Lord of My Heart. 🔥
I’ve been in one of those moods lately where I’m like, “Why do I never see anyone talking about Lady Lamb? Does no one else listen to Lady Lamb? More people should listen to Lady Lamb.” So here. Have some Lady Lamb.
I mean, objectively I know that she is successful, she’s not ridiculously obscure, I know there’s a fanbase of some size out there, but I guess I just NEVER cross paths with it? Baffling! At any rate, highly recommend if you enjoy women with lovely throaty voices singing indie folk rock with killer lyrics and a lotta raw emotion. Probably her most well-known songs are “Billions of Eyes” and “Crane Your Neck,” but personally, my top ten:
AKA, Jet Sikuliaq “even if we can’t be forgiven for the terrible things we’ve done, it shouldn’t stop us from trying to put good things in the world” vs. Ramsack O’Flakano “I ruined three lives in a failed attempt to do Good and I just keep ruining more lives trying to make up for it with More Good”: FIGHT
Because good parallels are my catnip, I couldn’t help but notice that their situations have more than a few similarities, even though obviously they’re very different people in VERY different circumstances. But there’s that connecting thread of redemption for past evils, and I was pondering why Jet’s quest is a shown to be a good thing while Ramses’ is… decidedly not.
But I guess it’s pretty simple if you think about it. Ramses may have had the same idea about doing good things in the present in spite of past wrongs, but at no point did he ever try to change himself. Except superficially, of course: new face, new name, new life, a fresh start as Ramses O’Flaherty with Jack Takano scrubbed clean. But while he understood that his actions hurt people, he never seemed to grasp that he was the problem. I got the sense that, for all that Ramses felt guilty about the people he hurt, he always pushed the blame on something or someone else: on circumstances, on society, on the system, on other people.
Polaris Park and his work with Northstar failed because other people either couldn’t understand his vision or twisted it into a cash grab, not because he was working with stolen ideas and zero real understanding of running a business. Sarah, Juno, and Benten suffered because Sarah wouldn’t take his money, not because he gaslit Juno into helping him steal from her and got her fired when she was a single mother with two young children to feed.
It’s like, there’s a difference between admitting you failed and admitting you did something wrong, you know? “I tried this and it didn’t work” versus “This was wrong, and I shouldn’t have done it.” And his solution in the end was to vanish, scrub his past clean, and… try basically the same thing over again, on a larger scale. Taking things that aren’t his. Imposing what he believes is right over what would actually help. Controlling everything and everyone.
And then you have Jet “We may look backward only to ensure we have not walked this path before” Sikuliaq, whose redemptive journey is a lot less fraught with destruction because he understands what redemption actually is. Ramses treats it like a balancing act, maybe if I put enough good in the world then it will make up for the harm that I have caused, but Jet knows that it doesn’t work like that. He remembers what he did, not to keep score, but to make sure he doesn’t make those mistakes ever again. It’s not about making up for what you did, it’s about addressing the parts of you that drove you to do it.
M’Tendere may have built the weapon, but Jet was the one that set it off. And Jet understands that there was something in himself that he needed to take care of before he could start turning that energy outward to try to put good into the world. He tries to distance himself from that part of himself, yes, and we see his journey through Tools of Rust to the realization that he can’t lock away the person that killed those people, because it’s not a separate person, it’s still him. And the only way to make sure it never happens again is by accepting that and holding himself accountable.
He keeps his name to himself but he doesn’t change it, he doesn’t try to play at being a different person, he just puts in the effort to fix the person he already is.
I dunno, I just love narrative parallels. Foils are sexy.