#i rly need to finish that sokka nanami essay fr fr

[comradekatara]

normally when i engage with fiction i view the events being depicted through the framing the narrative imposes, but because i am so invested in these characters when it comes to atla im legitimately like “i bet sokka was actually really scared when he got stuck in that hole. he’s spent his whole life preparing to die a martyr, and here he has to contend with the fact that he may die a stupid, insignificant death, failing to provide food for his friends while they hone skills he lacks and is further devalued for, hungry and alone. and yet this existential crisis is brushed aside. first, by his own coping mechanism, making jokes to distract himself from his ultimate fear, and secondly, by his friends, who barely give him a minute of their time and cut him off from a rare moment of true sincerity for the sake of admiring aang’s flashy new earthbending skills. the fact that this entire subplot is played for laughs thus becomes even more sick and twisted, as sokka’s greatest fear, that he is truly worthless, is fully realized, and his entire existence is shown to be nothing more than an absurd, frivolous joke, with no punchline but his own insignificance.”

like what is WRONG with me….