my fav dynamics in atla are. not ships?? the platonic interactions are so so compelling, just as if not more compelling than the ships. i love u fire siblings tragically destroying each other. i love u water siblings torn apart by gender and brought together by love. i love u ursa being a complicated person. i love u uncle iroh possibly projecting lu ten on zuko. i love u toph’s horrible relationship with her parents. i love u aang’s conflict with the past avatars
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btw i was just an only child of the universe and then i found you, and then i found you. You are the sun and i am just the planets spinning around you, spinning around you. You were too good to be true, gold plated, but what’s inside you? But what’s inside you? I know this whole damn city think it needs you, but not as much as i do, as much as i do, yeah. ‘Cause you’re the last of a dying breed, write our names in the wet concrete, I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me, i’m here in search of your glory, there’s been a million before me, that ultra-kind of love that you never walk away from- you’re just the last of the real ones. you’re just the last of the real ones, you’re just the last of the real ones, you’re just the last of the real ones, you’re just the last of the real ones. I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision, but only for you, but only for you. My head is stripped, just like a screw that’s been tightened too many times when i think of you, when i think of you. I will shield you from the waves if they find you, i will protect you, i will protect you, just tell me, tell me, tell me i, i am the only one even if it’s not true, even if it’s not true, yeah. ‘Cause you’re the last of a dying breed, write our names in the wet concrete, I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me, i’m here in search of your glory, there’s been a million before me, that ultra-kind of love that you never walk away from- you’re just the last of the real ones. you’re just the last of the real ones, you’re just the last of the real ones, you’re just the last of the real ones, you’re just the last of… I’m here at the beginning of the end, oh, the end of infinity with you, i’m here at the beginning of the end, oh, the end of infinity with you. I’m done with having dreams, the thing that i believe, oh, you drain all the fear from me. I’m done with having dreams, the thing that i believe, oh you drain the fear from me. ‘Cause you’re the last of a dying breed, write our names in the wet concrete, I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me, i’m here in search of your glory, there’s been a million before me, that ultra-kind of love that you never walk away from- you’re just the last of the real ones. you’re just the last of the real ones, you’re just the last of the real ones, you’re just the last of the real ones, you’re just the last of the real ones. If you even fucking care‼️
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Okay I'm kinda talking out my ass/projecting my own autism onto Saiki here but:
Though Saiki is an unreliable narrator and truly loves his friends, I think some of his resentment over hanging out with them is real, and I can understand it.
I am a person who can readily admit I love my friends, and I do like to socialise, but I need plenty of warning beforehand and time to recuperate afterwards, because socialising takes effort. When I'm invited to do something or hang out with friends, I almost always feel a shadow of resentment about it - even if it's a thing I want to do and with people I like. It still feels like I'm losing out on a day of doing jack-shit. Cancelling on doing jack-shit is still cancelling on plans, even if those plans were just "wake up, write fanfiction, draw pictures, etc." and it throws me off. I feel like I can't enjoy spending time with my friends unless I give myself time to get excited about it, and if it happens too suddenly I find myself shutting down or floating away a bit.
Now, if we look at Saiki, who's friendship with all these people was pretty much built on these kinds of interactions, and add those to his deep-rooted belief that he doesn't deserve friends, that resentment and anxiety must be even more strong. I think the fact that Saiki obviously grows to care for his friends really shows his deep desire for connection, even more so if we go with the interpretation that some of his negative feelings about them are real.
My point with this ramble isn't to say "Saiki really does find the others annoying and therefore doesn't like them" but rather the opposite. On some level, Saiki is "tolerating" being out of his comfort zone, but the fact that he's willing to do this for his friends shows that he really does care about them.
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So what fates do we share? Windows down, wind in your hair, baby, no one ever thinks of you, no one ever thinks of you as much as I do, not, not even you. Come down, come down, come down from your holy mountain, I'm down, I'm down, to put your shame on a billboard for a second, sometimes, sometimes, the only way out is through, through. ‘Cause everyone loves Bob Dylan, I just want you to love me like that, yeah. Would you bury me next to Johnny Cash? I'm obsessed, do you love me like that?
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