Throwback to that time Zuko thought he could take down an airbending master that had fans

And that time he thought he could take down a waterbender, while surrounded by snow and ice, at night, during a full moon.

“Here for a rematch?”

I swear, Zuko is like a dog with no concept of his actual size compared to others.

Guys I found it. The best comment to ever be on one of my posts.

Zuko is that Chihuahua that tries to fight everything and anything and Uncle Iroh is the dog owner who is constantly apologizing for him and trying to stop him/keep him calm and never succeeding

@attackfish

Thank you for @ing me because I want to talk about this, as a mother to small dogs. Here’s the thing about small dogs who try to fight with everything, they know exactly how small they are. This is in fact why they are like that. They bluster and snarl and bite, because they know they are tiny and they want to make sure you know that in spite of the fact that you could crush them, they will make it painful for you and it’s not worth the effort. And if they don’t do this, they assume you will crush them just because you can. Small fight-filled dogs are scared as shit and they’re not going to let that stop them.

And that’s exactly what Zuko is. He knows he has no power, no authority, no respect, and no support from his people, but he has determination and a willingness to fight and he’s not going to back down even when he has no chance, because if he backs down, no one will ever believe his snarl and his barking ever again. So he goes after an airbending master with fans because losing is better than backing down. He’s scared as shit and he’s not going to let that stop him.

This and the other response are like

Avatar fandom: “check out my fun shitpost about characters as dogs”

Avatar fandom: “actually no wait hang on I can definitely use this to make you cry”

Honestly

it obviously makes sense, but one of my friend’s kids is going into swim class, and all the parents got an email today going, “when little ones are scared, they cling on to instructors. PLEASE trim their nails.” 

i don’t know why that’s so funny to me, but just. the idea of this poor, scratched swim instructor having to make sure to email before each class as a reminder to please declaw the children SENT me. 

When I taught swim lessons I remember trying to delicately ask parents not to cover their child in shea/coconut/olive oil before lessons.

“I understand your skincare regimen and wanting to protect their tender baby flesh from the pool chemicals, but COULD YOU NOT OIL YOUR CHILD LIKE A GREASED PIG before tossing them in the POOL? Thanks EVER so much!”

@nakimochiku i CACKLED

[ID: #Nails: clawed #skin: greased #i am not forcibly removed from the swim lesson cause they can’t catch me]

oh btw if you rb please tag with your follower count too!!

I don’t get it, man. why. why do we have to homogenize everything. why does every product have to look and behave and feel the exact same way. why can’t tumblr maintain its individuality? why can’t it lean into the things that make it a unique and refreshing offering instead of scrambling to make it a carbon copy of twitter? sucks, man. sucks.

it’s just like. this broadcasts loud and clear that the people behind the curtain have no pride or faith in this site at all. that tumblr, as a whole, has no worth or merit unless it’s somehow tricking the larger internet community into thinking it’s actually another site. and the users are supposed to celebrate this? where’s the dignity? where’s the self-respect? where’s the joy? it’s disheartening and embarrassing to be forced to conform. smh.

the impulse to hide what I'm doing at my computer still sits so deep even tho I'm literally never looking at anything objectionable , the door will open and I'll hurry to close the page like oh fuck no one can know I'm looking at the Wikipedia page for the Balkans

sorry for being a prisoner born on a certain day to uncertain parents sent to cast down the tribunal as false gods. as if it's my fault

sorry for being a prisoner who was perhaps placed in prison by the gods on this day foretold by the stars, so that i may meet the emperor, just as he saw in his dreams. as if that's what i will be remembered for

Sorry for- SHUT UP BACK THERE

if you guys thought you had a weird middle school experience my whole grade was convinced I was an actual literal werewolf for 3 years to the point where people were afraid of me so come 8th grade the popular girl had a huge Halloween party on her farm that everyone went to that just happened to coincide with the full moon so I staged a whole elaborate ‘transformation’ at the end of the night and scared the shit out of all of them. I don’t think I’ll ever top that

the prisoner of azkaban had just come out. we were a bunch of bored idiot kids in the boonies. everyone thought they could identify a werewolf and I just happened to have illnesses that often took me out of school around the time of the full moon every month. it didn’t help that I had been the ‘wolf kid’ since elementary. and I’m not saying I didn’t play into it when I found out the rumor — teen wolf (1985) was one of my favorite movies so of course I wanted to pretend I was living it.

but this went on for years. I had kids showing up behind my house on the full moon hoping to catch me changing. people were afraid to invite me to sleepovers. so when I finally got invited to a party, on that full moon no less, I went all out. I waited for the moon to rise. I hid a costume werewolf head and clawed gloves in the woods, snuck out there mid-party while 30-something kids were gathered around a bonfire, changed, ripped my clothes and started howling from the trees. some brave souls started to investigate and that’s when I started to chase them. pandemonium broke out. and oh, did I have the time of my life, because I hated most of these kids. revenge of the nerds, and all that. they’d teased me for years for things I couldn’t help like being sickly or having too much hair on my body.

I made my getaway with a friend at the end, and left the rest to wonder. most of them realized the prank and later laughed it off with me. but there was one kid who, senior year of high school, admitted I intimidated him because he still believed I was a werewolf. I put my arm around his shoulder, told him, “Between you and me, I am,” and gave him a wink. even after graduation, that guy looked at me like I would eat him alive.

I gotta say, there are worse things to be than a teenage werewolf

fucked up evil creature experiences remorse

'can i copy your homework?'

'yeah just don't make it obvious'

all i can imagine is this

my wife, upon learning that pubes can be straight: Thats not bush,,, thats just grass

I have a bit of concern that in @staff's posts and statements they keep talking about "smaller content creators" and so forth. Small? Hm? 

I can't speak for anyone on Tumblr except myself, but I am definitely not here to be a "content creator" or "Influencer" of any stripe the way those words are defined on other socials. I have no desire to or garner thousands of followers and likes on every post. I'm not here to create a brand or a name. I'm not about numbers. I pretty deliberately keep my 'following' count relatively small so I can actually try to read what people post. 

I'm just a geek who wants to talk about geek interests with others who share them, perhaps talk about life, and look at cute and funny comics sometimes, much the same way I did in the aughts when blogging was honestly more of a personal interest endeavor than a slickly orchestrated attempt to become known and get endorsements. Much the same way people did in the late 90s where they put up Geocities pages with ten photos low-res scanned from magazines of whatever actor or fictional character they were into, amid a tinny MIDI sound clip and eye-straining pink backgrounds. 

If I wanted to be on Reddit, Twitter or Insta I would be there. I am on Tumblr in part because it is not like those sites. 

You want to make the site more user friendly so people can find their fandom brethren or other users they'd like to follow? Fix the search. Fix. The. Search. Make the settings console more user friendly so I don't have to Google how to find every single thing.

The push to collapse reblogs, though, not only impedes conversation but it sounds as though it is going to make it a hell of a lot harder to curate one's space here, as well as making it harder for self-care/curation tools like TumblrSavior to work. That's not user friendly. 

Turning the site into a poor clone of other socials is not going to help it. Really. 

I want the writer’s strike to last until they get everything they demand and more. I want the SAG strike to last until AI is entirely forbidden across the board in the entire industry. I want CGI artists to unionize and strike. I want animators to strike. I want composers and directors and designers and VAs and techies and producers and stage hands and game devs and programmers and recording artists to strike.

I want every aspect of the entertainment industry brought to a grinding halt for months or even years to take it from the corps and put it back in the hands of the artists.

what's going on people?

general depression

hate the military

So does general depression. Why do you think he's so morose

if he hated it he'd kill his commander-in-chief

Unfortunately the commander-in-chief, five-star General Paranoia, is always alert for any threat to his person

orbital strike is always unlikely but never impossible

He's got that exact quote as a wall poster with a kitten on it

well.... fuck....

gentrification is an endemic issue plaguing this wet cite

gentrification

is an endemic issue

plaguing this wet cite

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

motivational poster for general paranoia’s wall

There are many benefits to being Barbie's cousin

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE CONTEXT HERE

So for those who don't know some merch sources establish Barbie's full name is Barbara Rogers. And Shaggy's full name is Norville Rogers. So some people started to joke some years ago they could be related and we wouldn't know, and little by little the joke turned into an AU or a headcanon for some people

A new player joined the party a few sessions ago, and she plays a pretty naive druid. The party was a quite hostile towards her at the start, and wouldn’t share party rewards with her because she ‘hadn’t earned their trust yet’. (Note: this was an in character thing, not out of character hostility. The new player was welcomed warmly!)

Now this player is also new to D&D, but they unfortunately rolled super low on their HP rolls, and also their character had a really low AC. So… she’s literally been KO-ed multiple times in each subsequent session (I honestly wasn’t trying to be mean, it just happened I swear!).

Anyway, last session the players finally reached the capital city of the country they’re in, and it’s a place they could complete many important quests… but the very first thing they did when they stepped inside the city walls is dragging this happy-go-lucky, confused druid to the nearest armourer and immediately buying her upgraded armour, a shield and better weapons. 

Apparently the quickest way to earn a bunch a paranoid adventurer’s trust is by nearly dying every single day you’re with them. 

It was this whole party effort too, and they were very serious about it, like they had talked about it beforehand. All these player’s handbooks open, counting money, having discussions about the best options. It was all paid for by their own money, because the druid didn’t have a penny to her name. And this new player was just sitting there like; ‘I don’t know what’s happening but this sounds like fun :D’. 

It reminded me very much of bunch of concerned adults trying to bubblewrap a toddler, and the whole thing was very precious. 

man the site that used to be full of people horny for the onceler now getting really hyped about tree law is some serious poetic irony

somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me