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hello this is completely different from my usual posts but.

i made a minecraft server not unlike the dreamsmp or other servers tommyinnit etc have been on. it's an aternos server rn but if a lot of people join i might spring for a paid one.

anyway

join the discord here

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Look at this for a moment.

Notice how Azula, a 14 year old child at her oldest in the show, is now somehow a “woman” and not a girl.

Notice how Ozai isn’t her father and only remaining parent. He’s just “a man”.

Notice how the emphasis is on Ozai’s power as something Azula desires, as if she’s the power-hungry equivalent of a gold digger rather than an abused child who can’t defy her father who also happens to be the unquestionable ruler of their highly-militarized nation.

Notice how Azula being motivated by wanting her father’s love and approval—a normal desire for any child but especially one who hasn’t received love—is somehow “reductive”.

And yet Zuko having the exact same motivation despite being two years older somehow isn’t?

This is misogyny. And it’s been so internalized that they can’t even recognize it’s coming from inside the house.

Fandom is a mess. Can we please talk about the sexism and ableism surrounding Azula discourse?

You don’t have to like her or agree with her redemption to recognize this is not okay.

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thinking about what zuko means to azula and weeping. he's a traitor but he's your brother. he held you when you were born. he's banished for being too weak to hurt your father and you learn to hate his goodness. he is somewhere in the world carrying your eyes. he misses your absent mother more than he loves you but that is the price you pay for being the one who stayed. he never grants you this same kindness. you are faster and deadlier and better but it doesn't change the fact that your brave big brother used to tell you stories of dragons every time it stormed because you were so afraid of the thunder. he is the only one who understands what it means to bear the brunt of your bloody inheritance. he crumbled under the weight of it, but you stayed. you always stay. he is half of you. you hate being betrayed.

you don't love him. he's your big brother. who could you possibly love more?

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my little character study of aang.... because i love him more than anything

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people usually drink coffee in the morning, but not me - i draw some shit

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--- The waterbending master

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sometimes i think about how sokka literally invented submarines and how aang is literally the avatar but when the both of them put their braincells together, they come up with ideas like writing a letter to katara from toph

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random thought abt my zukaang is canon au: the episode in season 1 where we first see the blue spirit could be the first time aang is attracted to zuko

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“We didn’t have this whole idea of Love back then—not the way everyone goes about it now” Curled into his own lap in the grass, Aang plucked away at the tallest grass strands as he explained then paused.

Zuko slid a leather strap across his left blade and responded with what he felt to be a pragmatic defense. “What do you mean? Love...well, it’s just a fact. People feel what they feel.”

“Yeah. I guess,” Aang offered. He almost let the distant whistles and hollerings of construction crews carrying up from the valley overtake the conversation. “But feeling and decision. They’re different. To love someone, to hold their hands in yours across the stone altar. I wouldn’t look into your eyes and feel. I’d look at the robes you wore, your family on the rim of witnesses that were dire for the stability our communion might provide. I'd think about my sangha in a similar kind of need, hopeful for my diplomacy. I’d choose you and make something of it. That's the way it worked back then."

Zuko held his blades still, blushing and wide-eyed as if the 'you' Aang had mentioned was really him and not simply a universal 'you,' a placeholder for anyone.

"Or it would be someone chosen for you," added Aang as his fingers began twisting the grass and blooms into braids. "If your sangha had an ounce of sense about you, they did their best to choose an easier fit among the options. But, really, it could be anyone, and you just got to work on figuring out how you would best get along so you could dedicate yourself to finding ways to love them."

"Do you think," Zuko tested, "you could dedicate yourself?" Aang's incredulity forced him to elaborate. "Do you think you could learn to love anyone, like you said, even if--i don't know--if they were a bad person?" He looked at his own reflection in the bevel of his blades. "What if it just wasn't in your nature to love them?"

Aang's focus remained on his braiding while his brow furrowed and a pensive pause stretched out. Zuko's apprehension that his questions were dumb transformed into concern that they were overly intense. Then his closest friend turned, smile renewed, and placed a crown of grass and clover on his head. "Love back then," he said, "wasn't natural, I guess." His tattooed forehead arrow tilted to the side as he took in Zuko, slightly confused beneath his new halo and back-grounded by a bright blue spring sky. "You just took what you got, out of the good and bad, and made something out of it."

"How stupid do I look?" asked Zuko. He started to slide the gift off, but Aang caught one of his wrists.

"No, wait!" Aang pouted. "I made it just for you." Zuko held back his laughter, rolled his eyes, then met the gaze of his admirer and accepted his fate.

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Went on the Avatar Wiki and was reminded that this picture of Zuko and Aang holding hands is official

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YOUR MAJESTY how can you not love aang

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is it gay to share dreams?

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thinkin about how zuko and aang went from "if we'd known each other back then do you think we could've been friends?" to "and now we're friends." and thats the core of the show baby.

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