ynow thats such an asshole move to not post anymore. because face the reality no one gives two fucks about you and your probably not even the best on this platform. kindly fuck off ur dilly dallying. ill just atke ur fic and make it bette rbecasue u apparently cant continue it because no one likes it enoigh to fukcing comment. your shit, not me.
so it's an asshole move to not post anymore but nobody cares at the same time and my writing is bad? if the latter was true, shouldn't you be happy i'm not posting anymore? why do you wanna read something that is 'bad'?
i always find it so funny when people hide behind anons like if you're so tough and all to send me this, come off anon and talk to me face to face. i'm not scared. are you?
i also love the very blatant threat of plagiarism which is very much illegal and punishable by law? not sure why you would want to put that on the internet but okay? also, small tip from one writer to another: you might wanna fix your grammar before you put the 'better version' out, i can send you some helpful links
additionally, i adore the small compliment about 'probably' not being the best on this platform! thank you! so you think that i could actually be the best but you're not sure? made my day!
anywayssss, little reminder for everyone why a lot of writers left the platform! it's the sheer entitlement and the outrage of entitled people like you that we have to deal with when we make very valid points about this entitlement. im not obligated to write. you're not owed anything. writer's aren't shitty for not posting anymore. it's our platform, our stories, we can do whatever the fuck we want to. would you have been this angry if i just didn't have the inspiration to continue? or if i didn't have the time anymore due to personal life changes? would you have sent this anonymous message if something had happened to me? who are you to decide on the validity of my reasons to stop posting?
oh, and i did actually improve a whole lot, thank you very much! especially with corpse fics. too bad you won't ever get to read them <3
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anyway, i'm sure this has been discussed ad nauseam at this point but I'll say it again -- the show gives us two scenes of zuko expressing very legitimate worries about facing a father-figure after messing up
The Book 3 opener, with Mai on the boat, where Zuko worries about seeing his father after 3 years and how he's changed/his home has changed
Zuko anxious about facing Iroh again and discusses this with Katara
The conversations go like this:
Mai: Aren't you cold?
Zuko: I've got a lot on my mind. It's been so long, over three years since I was home. I wonder what's changed. I wonder how I've changed.
Mai: [Yawns.] I just asked if you were cold, I didn't ask for your whole life story. [Zuko frowns at her sarcastic response. Mai giggles and holds his face in her hands.] Stop worrying.
(in interest of fairness, I will include that the transcript i got from atla wiki says this: The two kiss. Mai exits, and Zuko stays there with an expression of relief on his face. We return to the ship where Team Avatar is on -- however, the show just actually shows a close up of his eyes)
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Cut back to Zuko, who becomes worried and ashamed before walking toward the tent. Cut to Zuko from behind as he approaches the tent before stopping. Close-up of Zuko. Side-view as he sits down. Katara walks up to him.
Katara Are you okay?
Zuko [Frontal view.] No, I'm not okay. My uncle hates me, I know it. [Katara sits down next to him.] He loved and supported me in every way he could, and I still turned against him. How can I even face him?
Katara [Close-up side-view of Zuko.] Zuko, you're sorry for what you did, right?
Zuko: More sorry than I've been about anything in my entire life. Katara: Then he'll forgive you. He will.
I just think there's a very clear contrast here of dismissive vs supportive. I get what the writers were trying to do- Mai even smiles a little when she makes her joke-- but it just doesn't land for me because I think Zuko's concerns are valid and ought to be treated seriously here-- who wouldn't be worried after 3 years away???? And And Zuko doesn't even disclose his real worries to Mai (he does to Azula though!-- about seeing his dad without having actually recaptured the Avatar! which I think is interesting)
And he's very upfront with Katara in the later scene, which is a very pivotal one for him-- his courage to make amends and apologize to one of the most important people in his life. And Katara doesn't try to lighten the mood or tell him to stop worrying -- she treats his concerns as valid and walks him through it-- he's sorry, so Iroh will forgive him (it probably helps that she has also forgiven him for what he did in Ba Sing Se, she knows what that means)
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Ever since watching One Piece Film Red, I kept on hyperfixating about the red spots on Law's outfit--like just looking at it for no reason whatsoever--until Luffy was on the same frame with him and something in my idle brain suddenly clicked: their outfits were a mix of red and yellow, which is their respective colors.
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Drabble Prompt
“Oh,” Clark breathed, stopping himself from reaching out. Bruce was beautiful, form between the terror of Gotham and the far too kind human man, mechanical wings outstretched yet loose. Like some sort of personal cover from any prying eyes, claws so viciously sharp and dangerous now relaxed against the ground.
Long hair as black as a moonless night framed eyes as blue as fresh glacier ice, though were far warmer and shy in the way they peered through heavy lashes. His suit fit him perfectly, armored yet clinging against his form, accentuating every curve and muscle, shifting as he steadily breathed.
“Oh?” Bruce raised an eyebrow, one of them being bisected by a scar, usually covered by the cowl. Yet he still kept the silhouette from before, a mixture of paranoia and anxiety not letting him take the secondary ears off just in case.
“You’re beautiful,” Clark told him honestly, resting a hand on the other man's waist from where he sat. A flush spread across Bruce’s skin, incredibly obvious against the paleness of sun-starved flesh as he looked up from ice-blue eyes.
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