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age-of-wonderbeasts · 1 month
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People calling Katara toxic, or a toxic sister really doesn't sit right with me.
"Oh but she said to sokka 'you didn't love her the way I did' she was out of line and it was a toxic thing to say about their mother"
Homegirl was 14 years old when she said this, in an emotionally charged scene where she was obviously still grieving her mother. Yes, what she said wasn't right, but have you never said something you regret, or didn't mean? This girl felt responsible for her mother's death, where she was protecting her, the last waterbender, so she's bound to have emotional turmoil when it comes to that. Maybe she meant it in terms of loss, sokka didn't have to deal with this guilt that worms its way through Katara, he wasn't responsible.
So, yeah, telling your brother he didn't love your mom the same way you did is a horrible thing to say, but in the context of the scene, the show and taking into account this is a 14 year old girl who's had to grow up with the guilt that she was the reason her mother died, maybe, just maybe, you can see why.
I don't know what peoples obsessions with labelling people as toxic is, but it has to stop. you're not toxic for saying something bad. You're not toxic for grieving. You're not toxic for feeling pain and you're certainly not toxic for being 14 years old.
and FYI, she does not talk about her mother too much. y'all need to get over yourselves
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 1 month
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WAIT NOVA I ACCIDENTALLY UNFOLLOWED U 💔 SORRY BOUT THAT
DW ALL IS OKAY
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 2 months
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I was playing around with an incorrect quote generator and I found some gems
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 8 months
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the feminine urge to dip a quill in some ink and in my most swirly writing write a heartfelt letter to my dearest friend across the ocean
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 8 months
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the feminine urge to dip a quill in some ink and in my most swirly writing write a heartfelt letter to my dearest friend across the ocean
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 10 months
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🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️
( added by drew: it is negotiable. dont feel guilted into anything!!!!! )
I listen to a lot of diff music genres so I'll add a couple of each
1- queencard - (g)i-dle
2- bite me - enhypen
3- champagne problems - taylor swift
4- thick skull - paramore
5- plum island- waterparks
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 11 months
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anyone know where drew went??
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 11 months
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Gun Club
today, at school, a new club started
friends and strangers flocked
a herd of interested, lively souls
curiosity fuelling their excitement
I watch them crowd, the hustle and bustle
around the wooden doorway of S5
a sea of backpacks, blazers and colourful hair
blocking the view to inside 
I have no interest in this club,
I think as I pick up my crochet hook
putting my headphones in to blast paramore
my special way of drowning the world
I don't notice, my focus on twisting the heart
of wool to create pure beauty,
how quiet the doorway to S5 had become
how loud the silence of the crowd was
I daren't look over from my desk
maybe i'm frozen, in denial, wondering
whilst I twisted a cold metal hook
were they firing weighted metal guns
the doorway to S5 is now titled the gun club
i rushed home to tell my mum
she looked at me with bloodshot eyes
as I realised gun club was not fun
there will never be an excited crowd outside S5
instead it is littered with ghosts, bullets, lives, 
beautiful stories that gun club stole
I store my life in a reinforced backpack.
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 11 months
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Gun Club
today, at school, a new club started
friends and strangers flocked
a herd of interested, lively souls
curiosity fuelling their excitement
I watch them crowd, the hustle and bustle
around the wooden doorway of S5
a sea of backpacks, blazers and colourful hair
blocking the view to inside 
I have no interest in this club,
I think as I pick up my crochet hook
putting my headphones in to blast paramore
my special way of drowning the world
I don't notice, my focus on twisting the heart
of wool to create pure beauty,
how quiet the doorway to S5 had become
how loud the silence of the crowd was
I daren't look over from my desk
maybe i'm frozen, in denial, wondering
whilst I twisted a cold metal hook
were they firing weighted metal guns
the doorway to S5 is now titled the gun club
i rushed home to tell my mum
she looked at me with bloodshot eyes
as I realised gun club was not fun
there will never be an excited crowd outside S5
instead it is littered with ghosts, bullets, lives, 
beautiful stories that gun club stole
I store my life in a reinforced backpack.
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 11 months
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who am I
when I hold the lively souls of the circle
with my sad, lonely hands
when I am no longer on the inside
i'm sat shivering against the door
who am I
when the person who I was
no longer exists
when I am no longer bound by
pink, glitter, suns and tears
who am I
when I don't know who I want to be
from the start of tomorrow.
when the plans I make could
easily fall apart
who am I
when I stare at myself in the water,
wondering why I see my happiness floating away on the wide sea, the mirage looking back at me dancing softly in the wind
when I look at the moon and the stars and wish they could map my path forward as the astronomers of the past mapped their futures with paper and ink
when I sit in the darkness and type
the first words onto a blank screen
the beginning of the end of my future
when I don't know who I am
who am I
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 11 months
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 11 months
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here I am again
sitting on the front step of your porch
whilst I watch you tear out my heart,
hold it like an animal, and squeeze
and once more
I let you do what you want with me
innocent, you don't even realise what you do
or how you hurt. Yet, I am proof 
I try to sharpen my knives 
futile to protect the gaping hole in my chest
knives only melt in the heat of the blaze
and baby yours is hotter than the sun
I refuse to cry for you.
I am helpless to your love, to your touch,
to your will to ignore your influence 
and carry on as if every touch isn't white-hot
this ferocious cycle 
of your fierce, passionate, fleeting love
and my innocent, clinging scent on your shirt
where I cannot live, where I cannot leave.
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 11 months
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attempting to forget that I have irls on here so I can post poetry without thinking that I'm cringe 🥳
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age-of-wonderbeasts · 11 months
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@sixpence-none-the-richer knows all too well 😔✊️
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THE EMOJI WOULDNT SHOW UP BC MY PHONE ISNT UPDATING BUT ITS YHIS ONE:
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THANK YOU SO SO MUCH
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<3
THANK YOU!!!!
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