i’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and i wanna hear your thoughts on it:
jet is kind of sokka’s hama. he’s who sokka could have been, if he didn’t have katara to support him — much like hama is who katara could have been, if she didn’t have sokka to support her.
i just think there’s a few neat comparisons to be made with jet & hama (and their episodes as a whole).
hmmmm……. there’s a certain kind of appealing symmetry to this claim on its face — sokka and jet are both the leaders of children who must be ruthless and occasionally employ underhanded tactics to achieve their goals — but I actually think that notion does a great disservice to katara. yes, hama and jet perform a very similar function narratively; yes, hama resembles a “dark telos” for katara and thus a sort of trial, and so is stands to reason that jet would also be sokka’s dark telos and trial, since he thwarts jet’s plan much in the same way that katara stops hama’s bloodbending. but like… is that actually true? at all?? “jet” is not actually a sokka episode; it is a katara episode.
sokka doesn’t actually learn anything in this episode or grow in any meaningful way, he’s basically just correct from start to finish. sokka never once experiences the destructive impulse of prioritizing revenge over justice, he is never power-hungry, and he never feels the need to assert himself in a way that “proves” something to his oppressors. if anything, sokka’s worst impulse is his tendency for self-destruction. but you know who does sink into their grief and prioritize destructive revenge? (I wonder…)
both jet and hama exist as trials for katara, eminently appealing figures (hot cool boy who shares her pain and sympathetic elder who shares her burden) in her life who are not what they seem. sokka is immediately suspicious of both of them, and katara is immediately taken with them. katara’s ultimate trial is, of course, in “the southern raiders,” when she is overtly compared to jet by aang, and when she uses the tools of violence she learned from hama in a moment of pure rage and grief. katara prioritizing her humanity is the moment that she fully challenges her potential for becoming them. and it’s not because she’s listening to sokka and appreciating all that he’s done for her, it’s because of aang’s influence, the ways in which he has loved and supported and inspired her to love herself more than she despises her oppressors.
I think people have a tendency to assume that jet is sokka’s narrative foil, before he is katara’s, because they share a few superficial similarities and sokka stands up to him in a more productive way, but jet is nothing like sokka beyond those superficial aspects, whereas he specifically exists to foreshadow katara’s own descent. if anything, the mechanist sort of represents sokka’s dark telos, since he sacrifices his principles for the sake of keeping his people alive and he prioritizes technological innovation in the necessity of war over the preservation of important, sacred sites of cultural heritage in the name of science, which is an impulse sokka definitely possesses and needs to be curbed (by aang). and you could also claim that kya and yue are sokka’s dark teloi, as martyr figures who embodied his fantasies of heroism (which vastly differ from katara’s fantasies of heroism, of course).
but, i would also argue that sokka is himself a “dark telos,” to aang. sokka is the self-negating, depersonalizing, hollow and ruthless figure that aang can never let himself become. jet is a portent designed for katara specifically, a warning to never sink into her grief and rage too fully to wade back to the surface. but sokka is nothing like jet, and never has been. he may come out of his interactions with jet looking quite good, but that really proves nothing. katara isn’t influencing him to be less power-hungry and manipulative and vengeful — no one is; he simply isn’t like that. that doesn’t mean he isn’t himself a portent, however. and that, to me, is far more interesting than a more superficially pleasing yet arbitrary and reductive appeal to “symmetry.”
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I should post more about Be My Favorite here. I still have so much love for it and so many thoughts.
Also I'm currently writing a fic about Pisaeng gatekeeping Kawi from his runaway mother who tries to bounce back into the picture a year after Kawi recovers from his Near Death Experience.
Like, I just enjoy the concept of Kawi's mother being this assertive, borderline narcissist personality who can't find Kawi on social media but tracks down this guy who's posted a lot of photos of her son and is like, "Hello, it has come to my attention that my ex-husband is dead, and my son needs at least one parent, so I am gallantly returning to be the one he relies on," and Pisaeng remembers this moment,
and is like, "You will never see him again. lol."
It's a very fun fic to write because I feel like Pisaeng is exactly petty enough to gatekeep the man he loves from everyone who has ever hurt him even slightly.
Kawi's mother? Absolutely. That guy at work who snubbed Kawi when Pisaeng introduced him as his partner? Hell yeah. That brat who broke Kawi's crayons twenty-eight years ago by stepping on them by accident? BURN HER.
I love petty, unhinged Pisaeng. He's my favorite.
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Here's a quick. Thing. They're All God's (except LBH) AU. This is like, the ending. no i dont explain anything. i just wanted lqg to get melted down and rebuilt. you know, as gods do. this does have an open/unsatisfactory endind just fyi haha
When he loses the first time, Liu Qingge refuses to acknowledge it. It doesn't matter, after all, as long as he tries again he can change something. He returns the second, third, fourth, fifth times.
He has lost count when he realizes that the something he has changed is in him. With the same heaving blood soaked breaths he coughs up at Luo Binghe's figure, something has been changed in him.
Of course. He cannot be the God of Breakthroughs if he cannot break through.
He keeps losing.
Each battle he marches into is another dig at his once spotless reputation. He feels his divinity and grace slough away from him like dried mud. Still he faces Luo Binghe every day.
It forges him into something else.
When Shen Yuan reawakens, not dead but Ascended, Liu Qingge stops his fruitless battles.
Shen Jiu is with him. At some point the God had shed the title of Qingqiu as trees lose their autumn leaves. Still the God of Bitter Fall and Uneven Ground, of Unfair Advantages, but now also of Cunning Thought and Persistence. He hasn't changed, Liu Qingge realizes. He's just revealed more of who he is.
Shen Yuan is, as always, Shen Jiu's compliment: God of Bountiful Harvest and Smooth Travels, and of Cutting Words and Sloth.
Shen Yuan has, thoroughly, molded himself into the perfect God for his precious demonic pet. Luo Binghe will never want for a single thing ever again with the God of Easy Living walking by his side.
Liu Qingge wants to avoid them both. Everyone else is already aware, but from these two he wishes to hide his failures for just a little longer. However, the core of him is settled in such a way that he cannot find it in himself to pull away.
They want to see him.
It's no surprise that when Yue Qingyuan invites him to a banquet, Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan are there as well. As ever, Yue Qingyuan's bias shines through.
"What did you do?" Shen Jiu snarls from across the banquet hall.
"Who— oh Qingge!" Shen Yuan turns and catches sight of him as well.
Tension rises in Liu Qingge's body but—they've already seen. And if, somehow, they are too dense to understand, any one of their God siblings will explain it. Poorly. So Liu Qingge stays.
Shen Jiu is, of course disgusted. Shen Yuan intrigued.
"I thought once gods Ascend they do not change." He comments curiously.
"They don't." Shen Jiu hisses. "They can adapt perhaps. Split. Acquire or shed new epithets or old ones as we have. But they do not change. If they stop being what they are, then that God simply ceases to be."
"It's as it is." Liu Qingge shrugs. "I'm still a God—"
"Of cycles." Shen Jiu accuses.
"Reliability!" Shen Yuan insists. "Qingge is always dependable."
"It is no great thing if you can only depend on him to lose." Shen Jiu's dark gaze is calculating and Liu Qingge understands that, somehow, Shen Jiu knows the whole story already. That he simply needed to see Liu Qingge to fit the pieces together.
"He doesn't lose!" Shen Yuan defends, loyally. "Qingge has always been there when we needed him!"
Silence descends on the banquet hall like an awkward blanket.
"What, did—have I missed something?" Shen Yuan asks, glancing sharply around.
Yue Qingyuan, belatedly, ushers the rest of his guests out. Liu Qingge supposes he must be grateful that Luo Binghe isn't here to enjoy rubbing Liu Qingge's nose in it. Shen Jiu will, assuredly, have no problems doing it instead.
"It's exactly as Shen Jiu says." Liu Qingge starts. "Fighting Luo Binghe has irrevocably changed me." He says.
What he doesn't say: I cannot win against him now even if he deigned to throw the fight.
Perhaps, to Shen Yuan, the change isn't so dramatic. Shen Yuan had never wanted Liu Qingge to win that battle anyway, and Liu Qingge has ever been Shen Yuan's most reliable God-Brother.
Once upon a time, Liu Qingge was a War God. There were and still are many gods of war: strategy and prowess, blood and conquering, weapons and trade.
Liu Qingge was the breakthrough. The final push. The turning of tides. The culmination. He had never failed to turn a lost cause into victory, there had never been a battle lost to him if he meant to win it.
But then Shen Qingqiu became two, and then Luo Binghe built a shrine and Shen Yuan wasn't prepared for his tribulations and then—
Well.
Liu Qingge is a War God. Of Cycles, Shen Jiu says. Of Reliability, Shen Yuan insists. He is the God of forlorn hope, of having only one spear and one sword, of hunting phoenixes in mirrors. The same battle retread for the same reasons.
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Sexism? Implicit homophobia? Double standards? IN MY FAMILY?? 🙃🙃🙃
Bro 1 either got really drunk and stayed over at his friends (likely) or is MISSING (unlikely), but he didn't even send a text and didn't come home overnight and my mother is FLIPPING OUT and like low-key it's a little funny bc he's 23 and she's been letting him come home at all hours since highschool, I'm talking like, hes regularly crawling in when I'm getting up to leave for work, and sure he can do whatever he wants idgaf he no longer takes even a modicum of advice from others (tho it's super annoying when he wakes me up coming in at 4am since we're the only two in the basement)
HOWEVER, like, do u think he's gonna get any flack for this? Absolutely not. If I'm 30 min late coming home from work IN BROAD DAYLIGHT AT AGED 26 I get in SO MUCH SHIT. God forbid I fall asleep on the bus and forget to text that I'm running late. Or walking home from my Nonna's at night (less than 1 block) I have to text to say I lived, but none of my male cousins or brothers do, despite some of them being MINORS. Or like. I can't even take the subway at night without my mother constantly texting and begging me to let her pick me up like a child (aka tmg concert getting out at midnight but I very specifically stayed sober since I was alone) but nooo my brother can go bar hopping at all hours and she'll just. Go to bed and let him leave.
He can just do whatever the fuck he wants because he's a BOY and he's also our mother's FAVOURITE (the rest of the siblings all agree on that one, me and bro 2 are like 🤝 least loved & most criticized children solidarity), and he's also capable of SUCH anger, he's largely apathetic to the general world and highly selfish, but when he gets mad he he's MAD tbh I fear that anger a bit and so now no one will criticize him at all? He gets away with EVERYTHING and I can't even leave stuff out in the house where I LIVE WITHOUT GETTING SHIT
Also like he was living with his gf and not going to church and all that, and I literally Do Not Care At All, that's his business, but again the hypocrisy of it all from the parents, when theyre supportive of him - literally bought and moved their shared bed - even tho he's "going against their professed values" or however my father wants to phrase it, but god forbid I just EXIST as a queer person, even if I'm single. Like. HELLO???? I can never be out ever
Like yes I'm glad they're not assholes to him but also WHY DO I GET SO MUCH SHIT FOR LITERALLY MY BENIGN EXISTENCE
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