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*my resume to work for Avatar Studios*

*Please blow me up*

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i love alta aus where nobody recognizes zuko bc of his hair change

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AU where the war ends for (reasons), Fire Lord Azulon is still on the throne, and the Southern Water Tribe and the Fire Nation are struggling to broker a truce. So the Fire Nation decides that the best way to foster peace is with an arranged marriage.

Hakoda would never force any of his people to go through with this, so as the chief, he steps up and agrees to marry, no matter how much his heart still aches for Kya. Katara and Sokka are furious on their dad’s behalf, and agree to make things difficult for their future “”””step-parent”””

But Fire Lord Azulon has Ozai whispering in his ear, so the person he sends to the Southern Water Tribe is 16yo Prince Zuko. The least useful royal.

The Fire Nation ship arrives. No one had high hopes for this political marriage, but everyone is horrified when a terrified teenager steps onto the ice and introduces himself as Hakoda’s future spouse.

Zuko is quietly freaking out, but trying to hide it. Azula and other people at the palace have been whispering about how dangerous and violent and savage the Water Tribe Chief is. Hakoda seems polite, but he’s so much bigger than Zuko and the same age as his father, and Zuko has no choice but to marry him for the sake of his nation. 

Except Hakoda isn’t having any of that. There’s no way he’s marrying a scared kid the same age as his son. The deal is off. How can he keep negotiating with the Fire Lord, who sent his terrified grandson to the other side of the world to marry a man twice his age?? No fucking way.

Cue Zuko being adopted into the Water Tribe family. And who knows, maybe Katara and Sokka will take Zuko out in a canoe to work off some steam, and they’ll accidentally discover a certain frozen monk that helps them bring about real peace.

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yeah, i’m well adjusted, why do you ask? *proceeds to listen to I Don’t Smoke- Audiotree Live Version on loop*

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when your sisters boyfriends monkey steals YOUR bf so true sokka....

GO READ @ssreeder `s LIAB RIGTH NOW BWEST FIC EVERRR

this is actually a (very very very) late Christmas gift so .... happy Christmas sree, i guess?? hope you like it !!!

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And what if I said Abed is psychotic. Not as an insult but literally, he experiences delusions (believing he's a fictional character, referencing writers, crew, and audiences that in-universe do not exist) and hallucinations (believing the floor is lava, the flashbacks in the road trip episode). What if I said that his psychosis was mostly harmless when Troy was around because he felt secure as part of a comedic duo. Sometimes he even forgot he wasn't a real person. But that's all over now.

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And what if I said Abed is psychotic. Not as an insult but literally, he experiences delusions (believing he's a fictional character, referencing writers, crew, and audiences that in-universe do not exist) and hallucinations (believing the floor is lava, the flashbacks in the road trip episode). What if I said that his psychosis was mostly harmless when Troy was around because he felt secure as part of a comedic duo. Sometimes he even forgot he wasn't a real person. But that's all over now.

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bro shapeshifting is all fun and games until you forget what you originally looked like and can never go back. you might be able to get the gist of it, but you’ll never fully be the same. you might have gotten your nose right, but what about that mole you never knew you had on your shoulder? what about the scars on your knees you forgot about? the irreversibility of it all. even the things you purposefully changed- they were still apart of you, they were still you. you might not have liked your eyes, but they were your mother’s. you might be embarrassed of the scars and callouses on your hands, but they were proof that you had done something, that you had lived. what are you if not a collection of beautiful and imperfect things? things that are full of love, came out of love, created out of love? if you take away these things, are you not someone else? so anyways yeah i’d rather be able to fly.

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When Steve gets to his last year at Hawkins High, it feels like some kind of veil has been lifted right in front him. Or maybe it’s more that the veil’s actually been slowly lifting for years, and he’s noticing it all the more because it’s no longer there.

Either way, when he receives his yearbook, it doesn’t seem like the huge deal that his younger self would’ve made it out to be; he flicks through the pictures half-heartedly, doesn’t even care when the candid ones taken at sporting events catch him in unflattering poses, lip jutting out in concentration.

If he tried to voice his disinterest, Henderson would probably spout off some precocious shit about societal expectations, and Steve would pretend to nod sagely before stealing whatever dorky hat he happened to be wearing—it’s not like he could let the little shit suspect that he occasionally had a point, Steve would never hear the end of it.

The yearbook signings are predictably inescapable: people passing their books back and forth in class or in the cafeteria—and that one’s a risky move, with the threat of drinks spilling on the pages, whether accidental or malicious.

Steve thinks the fever’s dwindled out until he spends a free period in the school library. The seniors typically all bunch together in one of the far corners, the spots with the comfiest seats—loners included, like the perks of age for once outweigh the usual ridicule.

But that silent truce is not exactly being upheld, Steve notes—Eddie Munson is sitting alone at a nearby table.

It becomes painfully obvious when the signing starts up again. There’s a cluster of girls on the yearbook committee who initiate it, and soon every senior in reach is either passing over their own book or signing one.

Almost every senior.

It’s not like Eddie’s the only person ever to be held back. He’s not even the only one to be held back for next year, either: John Nelson off the swim team is in the same position, and he’s still been asked to sign.

But Steve knows that’s not what the source of exclusion is, not really.

He’s gotten good at spotting silent cruelty—good at avoiding it too, before his popularity gave him a temporary shield.

It’s all just bullshit, he thinks. It’s been a recurring thought lately.

He brings out his own yearbook because he knows it’s expected. When it’s finally passed back round to him, he ends up right near the seat opposite Eddie’s, just by chance.

But actually sitting there is his own choice.

He can tell that Eddie has spotted him even though he’s not looked up from whatever homework he’s doing; there’s a silent tension in the way he’s holding his pen.

Steve mulls it over before he asks the question. It could blow up in his face, but what did that matter, really? In the grand scheme of things, it would hardly count as a major embarrassment; it’s not like it’d be any more mortifying than telling his dad that he didn’t get into any colleges whatsoever.

So he pushes his yearbook across the table, because what the hell.

“Wanna sign?”

Eddie glances up. There’s a guarded look in his eyes, and Steve can almost hear him mentally replaying the question.

“Pardon?” Eddie says with pointed emphasis, like he’s daring Steve, let it drop and we’ll say no more about it, Harrington.

Steve doesn’t take it back. He shrugs and flicks open the yearbook, finds a blank spot and taps it once with his finger, a silent offer.

Eddie stares like Steve’s a riddle, like he’s wondering just who the show’s for—but the other students have turned away, have gone back to their seats, yearbooks temporarily forgotten.

Eddie’s hold on his pen relaxes, ever so slightly.

“You sure, Harrington?” he says. There’s still a wary edge to his voice, but there’s an undercurrent of something else, too, like he’s secretly amused despite himself. “Haven’t you heard what folks say? I could curse you.”

Steve scoffs. “That all you’ve got? I’ve dealt with way worse, man,” he says mildly.

A corner of Eddie’s mouth twitches into a surprised smile. Then it’s gone almost like it had never been in the first place, his gaze turning thoughtful rather than defensive.

And obviously this isn’t Eddie’s first rodeo at the whole senior year thing. Steve wonders if there’s a veil that’s been lifted for him too, wonders if he can see straight through it right now.

The bell rings.

Eddie stands up, gathering his stuff.

Steve thinks that’s the end of it: something that’s neither a success or a failure.

But then, lightning fast, Eddie darts across the table and scribbles something on the open page. Slams the yearbook shut and pushes it back over, and it feels like a challenge, like some of his caginess is back—like he’s just daring Steve to reveal that it had been a joke all along—

“Bet you’re counting down the days till you can hold your own copy, huh?” Steve says dryly, as he stuffs the book into his bag.

It’s a risk; he knows Eddie could easily take it as pure ridicule, could misinterpret it as Steve throwing the failed school years back in his face.

Eddie just shakes his head, but he could be laughing—the moment’s gone too quickly for Steve to know for sure.

“Nah, Harrington,” Eddie says easily, thrown over his shoulder as he leaves, “those things aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on.”

Steve doesn’t check the yearbook until he’s home. He eventually finds Eddie’s signature, simple black ink right in the upper corner of one page.

Good luck, Steve. —Eddie

Some of the letters are bunched a little too close together, drifting upwards on the blank page, as if they usually need lined paper to guide them—left-handed, Steve thinks vaguely.

Within a sea of scrawled nicknames and loudly enthusiastic messages, Steve finds that he kind of likes how mundane Eddie’s truly is. Likes the sign off with minimal fuss. Just “Eddie.” Likes how he was just “Steve”, too.

And yeah, if anyone needed to be told good luck, Steve thinks, with the kind of amusement that only comes from distance—pictures his past self, freaking out about monsters come to life.

He slots the yearbook into his bookcase. By summer he might forget about it all together, left to gather dust as he works for 3 bucks an hour, but for now he marks its significance: something real, hidden alongside the bullshit.

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still worried for the dubious quiche guy. was it drugged? had it gone bad? was it cursed? did he awaken his powers? did he awaken the curse he had been carrying like a disease? i need to know

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community nbc is such a trojan horse bc the first episode is basic af (to the point that I stopped watching and didn’t give it another try until years later) and then it’s like zombie outbreak. school wide paintball. claymation episode. dean with a dalmatian fetish who dresses in drag. chicken tender mafia. ex communicated spanish teacher who lives in the vents with a monkey. killer glee coach. betty white attempts murder. evil ! alternate universe characters. chevy chase in a cult. freaky friday body swap. law and order parody over the death of a yam. troy and abed in love. the asscrack bandit.... just to name a few

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abed, along with portraying many other niche aspects of being an autistic individual, is one of the only characters i’ve ever seen accurately represent what it’s like to feel genuine anger and wish misfortune upon people who harbor incorrect opinions about movies or tv shows. i get it man. i really do.

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trobed

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Troy is such a ‘I’d date him in an instant if he was a girl’ typa guy and Abed is such a ‘this is probably just what friendship feels like’ kinda fella

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actually insane bc every troy / britta heavy moment was just used to further cement the fact that abed is troy’s number one priority (and that abed was, despite doing his best to act otherwise, jealous). like when troy and britta have their first date and troy calls abed to check on him bc they were supposed to be hanging out. when troy leaves air conditioning school and hugs abed instead of britta. when troy gets mad at britta for not understanding the first day of school tradition bc its his and abed’s thing. when troy and abed wear a couples costume for halloween and britta is a ham. when britta is setting up a dance, and troy (knowing abed is on two dates) sends abed selfies. when troy gets jealous about tobey stealing abed from him, and leaves britta to go to abed. when troy leaves britta mid conversation at the christmas party to give abed an early and extremely meaningful christmas gift. when troy doesn’t remember his one year anniversary with britta but he DOES remember his third year anniversary of watching freaky friday for the first time with abed (and has planned a celebration – and then bc of the ‘freaky friday switch’ abed (as troy) breaks up with britta for troy. there’s a point where the joke stops and subtext becomes text. like

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Troy and Abed are like crazy tho from an outsiders perspective tho like… can you imagine your high school quarterback, star player, most popular guy in school, goes to college, and within 5 months becomes attached at the hip with the weird kid who’s dad owned the local falafel stand.

And his entire attitude toward said weird kid is “this is the specialest boy ever. He likes movies and he’s my bestest friend ever and if anyone says anything mean about or to him I’ll beat the shit out of them.”

Incredible

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community is like au fanfic bc sometimes when you're watching a show you're like man i wish these characters were little gay detectives like law & order AND THEN IN COMMUNITY THEY ARE and the episode is called wolf pee or whatever