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✨Numb✨

The Complicated Mother & Daughter Relationship of Toph and Lin Beifong.

Toph is my favorite character from ATLA, which is why I was drawn to Lin. However, by Book 4, I was disappointed in how things unfolded.

Although they eventually patched things up, I think it could have been handled better.

OH! I created this edit because I thought this audio captured their relationship perfectly. (NO HATE PLEASE)

ALSO, here are some of my headcanons about them.

Toph struggled with caring for Baby Lin (firstborn) and often asked Katara, Sokka, and Aang for help.

As a result, Baby Lin was calmer with Katara, Sokka, and Aang than with Toph.

When Toph held Baby Lin, she often had breath-holding spells, making Toph anxious when she's with her.

Lin has Toph's eye color, showing what Toph’s eyes would look like if she wasn’t blind.

Lin and Toph have clashing personalities because they are very similar. She denies being like her mother, but her mannerisms say otherwise.

Both share a love for metalbending and bond over discussing techniques.

Toph sometimes regrets being too strict with Lin.

Toph shows love in subtle ways, like fixing things for Lin or leaving small gifts.

Lin rummages through Toph's things when she feels lonely and misses her.

Lin is protective of Toph, worrying about her well-being as she gets older.

[worthless-misery]

I hate myself.

I hate my face.

I hate my eyes.

I hate my ears.

I hate my nose.

I hate my mouth.

I hate my lips.

I hate my hair.

I hate my neck.

I hate my shoulders.

I hate my chest.

I hate my back.

I hate my belly.

I hate my hips.

I hate my arms.

I hate my hands.

I hate my fingers.

I hate my skin.

I hate my crotch.

I hate my thighs.

I hate my knees.

I hate my legs.

I hate my feet.

I hate my ankles.

I hate my toes.

I hate my smile.

I hate my laugh.

I hate my scars.

I hate my stretch marks.

I hate my bones.

I hate my body hair.

I hate my voice.

I hate my mind.

I hate my thoughts.

I hate my dysphoria.

I hate my depression.

I hate my anxiety.

I hate my eating disorders.

I hate my trauma.

I hate my nightmares.

I hate my past.

I hate my memories.

I hate my childhood.

I hate my adolescence.

I hate my adulthood.

I hate my existence.

I hate my life.

I just hate every single thing about myself so fucking much...

[valentina-poem]

[forest-illusions]

[haunted-desert]

LINKIN PARK: Numb Live in Texas (2003)

[void-aaa]

I don't feel safe anywhere

[neptunes-saddest-alien]

From the bottom of my worthless heart, I genuinely don’t know if I can survive another year.

[neurodivergenttales]

People talk about wanting to recover so that they can re-gain their old selves, their old passions, their old interests

What do you do when you don't have an old self to go back to and re-gain? There wasn't a 'me' before mental illness or if there was I don't remember them

When you start struggling with your mental health at a young age, it becomes all that you know and your identity can become distorted around it

Now I'm an adult who has no idea what they like, what they enjoy or even how to comfort themselves

What am I supposed to do with myself and how am I supposed to find reasons to recover when it feels like drowning is all I know?

[worthless-misery]

Dear diary...

There's honestly nothing I hate more than myself.

[valentina-poem]

[forest-illusions]

[kyt-online]

meaningless gestures into a silent void Europa - Song for Christina (Numb,ಥ益ಥ)

[kommandantpinks-art]

Guys, I'm so sorry for the recent spike in Vaati art.. :( But please consider this

[barelyliving-barelybreathing]

'suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem'

I think it's past temporary when I've felt the same for 10 years now

[s4dgvrl]

Sometimes I wish I could just make myself dissappear.

[neurodivergenttales]

How am I supposed to comfort myself when I don't even feel like I know myself and I don't even feel real most of the time?

Sometimes my brain feels like this vague, unreachable thing, miles and miles away

I can't even understand or hold onto what I am feeling

I see everything, including myself, through a haze that doesn't clear until all of a sudden every suppressed emotion rushes at me at once

By then it's all too much for me and I just want to find an easy way out or way to run away from it all