the accent really makes this

The Godmother

happy halloween! here is a ghost duet

i call this one “nobody likes you when youre 23”

uploaded this at 1 am thinking ‘oh no one is going to see this, whatever :)’ but reading your thoughts, your heartbreak and ultimately your hope made me feel like the world is one yknow what? We got this

Les aviso que para el torneo de países vamos a tener que revivir a uno de los perdedores porque me quedó un número impar para la final 💞

CAGARON. VI COMENTARIOS CELEBRANDO NUESTRA DERROTA. NO HAY DEMOCRACIA

ARGENTINA PASA A LA SIGUIENTE RONDA Y SE ENFRENTA CON BRASIL

i don’t think i’ve rewatched atla since becoming a committed pacifist and i just finished what was probably my tenth rewatch and i have never loved aang more. i've seen it so many times but i still came away with a new appreciation for the way the end of the story was handled. aang is the only survivor of a genocide and he is clinging to the last remnants of his culture and religion, and everyone is telling him the only way to save the world is to kill the dictator whose regime is responsible for the genocide, but to do so would abandon the deeply held beliefs of his people. if aang goes against his beliefs and kills ozai, his people's way of life dies completely and sozin wins.

aang knows it would be wrong but he can't see another way out so he prays for an answer, and the universe hears him and the spirits send out the lion turtle, and the creator answers him. and here's the thing that i never put together before today: aang would not have been able to energybend ozai if he had given in and wanted to kill him. the lion turtle tells aang that only the incorruptible can bend another’s energy, or else they will become corrupted themselves. and i think that aang, because of his love for the fire nation as he had once known it, was never corrupted by personal hatred for the fire lord or the fire nation. he was able to expertly hold two conflicting beliefs in harmony better than any adult could, the belief that ozai is a horrible person and the world would be better off without him and that he's still a human being with a life that is sacred.

and i don't think it's a matter of selfishness like some people make it out to be. aang is not some immature little kid who doesn't want to kill because killing is for bad guys. he's an incredibly wise and spiritual person who was shaped by airbender beliefs and upholds airbender beliefs, and he can see beyond the scope of this war. the balance of the world depends on the existence of the four nations, and aang does not just represent the air nomads, he IS the air nomads. he's all that's left.

despite many people’s interpretation of the four past avatars’ advice, none of the past avatars outright tell him to kill ozai. they tell him to be decisive, to bring justice, to be proactive, to be sacrificial. but none of them tells him definitively to kill him. he doesn't disobey or ignore their advice, he follows their ancient wisdom while still staying true to his beliefs. yangchen actually comes the closest to outright telling him to kill ozai (even more than kiyoshi, surprisingly) but what she fails to account for is that aang is not just the avatar, he is the last airbender, and being the last airbender is far greater a burden than being the avatar. no matter what happens, once he dies, there will always be another avatar. but if he is not careful to preserve the airbender way of life, there will be no more airbenders. yangchen could sacrifice her air nomad way of life for the sake of her duty to the world because there were thousands of other air nomads to continue their traditions. aang has no such privilege.

and it's not that he doesn't want to kill, it's that he actually doesn't think he can do it -- both that he won't be able to emotionally bring himself to kili someone, and, prodigy that he is, he doesn't have the raw bending skill to overcome a comet-powered master firebender. and then it turns from 'i don't think i can do it' into ‘i can’t do it.’ and when the avatar state gives him enough power to actually do it, he changes the answer to ‘i won’t do it.’ he overcomes all the combined power of his past lives to say no, i have found another answer and i will remain incorruptible. to kill is to maintain the power struggle of the fire nation and to reject air nomad wisdom and without airbenders the world CANNOT be brought into balance.

the only thing ozai cares about is power, and that's what the entire fight with ozai is about, physically and ideologically, because ozai only sees power in terms of force, fear, threats, and violence. to ozai, aang (and his entire people) are weak and undeserving of life because they are largely pacifists, but he fails to see the magnificent power that the airbenders do hold, spiritual wisdom and mastery of the self and contentment and joy and harmony and a deep understanding of the world that a man like ozai could never obtain. to kill ozai would ratify ozai’s worldview that power as he defines it is the most important pursuit in the world and the only way to assert one's right to be in the world is to be cruel and violent like him. i think to ozai, becoming powerless might be worse than being dead. he wants power, or he wants death, and aang gives him neither. it upends everything he believed in. aang, the avatar, but more importantly, the last airbender, armed by his past lives' power and his people's love and the spirit world's blessing and the lion turtle's omniscience (and toph's mastery of true sight through neutral jing), ends the war 100 years to the day after the air nomad genocide, in the way that his people taught him, with power that goes beyond force and violence, with spiritual wisdom, with an incorruptible soul, with mercy -- mercy that is not weakness, mercy that brings justice.

The End :') Thank you all for reading, I know lots of you will have been hoping for more, but I hope you enjoyed the journey!

Thank you for helping me to make this story a reality <3

I never imagined I'd be finishing this in 2023, five years from when I started. I thought it would take a couple of years, OOPS. I know a lot of you have been here since the very beginning, thank you so much for taking a chance on me back then, and for the support and encouragement, lovely tags and comments <3.

I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to get the comic printed, I'll update here when there's news!

Ko-fi

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tw: death/souls

WEBCOMIC - INSTAGRAM

cuando los 21 pilotos dijeron "wish i could turn back time, to the good ol days" hablaban de argentina hoy queriendo volver al 18 de diciembre

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Perfect fit

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Perfect fit

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Keiji is on Koutarou the second they step into the apartment.

Koutarou yelps as his boyfriend pushes him roughly against the door. “K-Keiji!” He can’t help but laugh nervously at the man’s fervor. “What are you—”

“You played so well today, love,” Keiji says against his neck, nipping at the skin there. Koutarou shivers, reaching down to grip at his boyfriend’s jeans with shaky hands.

“Th-thanks,” he gasps. For a while, he just lets Keiji do what he wants: kissing his face all over, fingers trailing up and down wherever he can reach. It feels like heaven, honestly. They haven’t seen each other in almost three weeks. Koutarou can’t blame his boyfriend for his impatience.

But when Keiji starts pushing a knee into his groin, Koutarou forces himself free. “Babe, please, at least let me take my jacket off!” He laughs again at Keiji’s grumpy expression. “Cmon, you gonna strip for me, too?”

A pretty blush blooms over Keiji’s sharp cheekbones, and Koutarou delights—how can this man be so forward and so shy all at once?  It’s ridiculously charming. 

But as always, Keiji recovers quickly. He nods and starts to undress, quickly. Koutarou is barely out of his jacket and shoes by the time Keiji is down to his underwear. Koutarou bites his lip, eyes raking up and down the other man’s form.

Keiji isn’t an athlete anymore, but he still holds some definition, thanks to his regular jogs and newly adopted yoga practice. His skin looks soft to the touch. A wisp of dark hair trails down into his briefs, which sit low on his hipbones.

“Kou, please.” Keiji is reaching out for him again. “Please touch me.”

Koutarou is about to. He’s reaching out, intent to ravish the man in front of him with everything he has. But then he remembers his team jacket, still clutched in his grip. And he gets an idea. 

“Wait.” He unfurls the jacket, reaching to drape it around his boyfriend’s bare shoulders. “P-put this on.”

Keiji’s eyes widen and then narrow. A smirk settles onto his lips as he slips his arms into the sleeves. Koutarou’s jaw drops, swallowing as he takes in the sight of his boyfriend, bare-chested, briefs straining, the MSBY jacket hanging off of him. He looks absolutely delicious.

Laughing, Keiji pulls Koutarou deeper into the apartment, towards the bedroom. “You weirdo.” 

Koutarou scoffs. “As if you aren’t going to force me to keep my uniform on tonight? I know how you are, babe!”

“Shut up.” Keiji pushes him down on the bed, grumpy once again. But he doesn’t deny it. It’s a well known fact (at least to the people currently present) that Keiji has a thing for Koutarou in his volleyball jersey and shorts. Especially when he’s still a bit sweaty and unkempt from playing a game.

Koutarou doesn’t really get it. But he does understand the appeal of his boyfriend in his clothes. Licking his lips, he props himself up on his elbows, watching as Keiji crawls toward him with hooded eyes. He pushes Koutarou’s bent legs apart, slinking a few fingers up into the bottom of his shorts.

Keiji’s mouth twitches. “Hi.”

Koutarou, giddy, can’t help but smile back. “Hey, yourself. Enjoying the view?”

“Mhm.” Keiji moves forward, reaching for the back of Koutarou’s head to pull him closer. “Very much so.”

Koutarou sighs at the feeling of his boyfriend’s fingers in his hair. He is just so, so happy right now. Content. 

This is home, he thinks. In Keiji’s arms. He doesn’t need anything else.

Koutarou’s hand finds the side of Keiji’s face. “Well? You gonna do something about it?”

Keiji grins as he leans in the rest of the way.

//

This was inspired by this amazing art by @aylienboi! I don’t really think I did it justice, but I had fun writing it, at least. If you enjoyed please comment and share! Also, if you’ve enjoyed anything I’ve written in the past few years, consider tipping me on Kofi! I’m mostly unemployed right now so every tiny bit helps. Cheers!

I'm going to start this post off by saying that I write fic, and I know the pain of putting something out there and not getting a response. It sucks and it hurts and it puts a dent in my self-confidence. If I have the choice between posting a work on AO3 and getting only comments or posting a work on AO3 and getting only kudos, I'll probably choose comments let's say 8 times out of 10.

But with that in mind, posts that attempt to shame or guilt readers into commenting don't actually work.

Negative reinforcement (in the form of shame, guilt, or other worse emotions) doesn't make anyone want to do the thing. It just makes them want to avoid the guilt, etc. Rather than encouraging someone to talk to you about your writing, you're making that person want to avoid you so that they don't have to feel bad. That's just human nature.

I've said before that I think a lot of writers are looking for community rather than comments, and I still think that's true. The reason I love both writing and receiving comments is because it makes me feel like I've made a connection with someone. I may never know their real name or what they look like or where they live or anything else but what fandom we have in common, but we've reached out to each other in this text-based medium and we've shared words that made each other feel something.

I know that these posts are written out of frustration or loneliness or needing support or a hundred other reasons I could list off the top of my head. But when I read "you should be grateful for the things I give you and show me proper appreciation" it just reminds me of my parents telling me to clean my room or to follow the rules while I live under their roof.

It's so much more vulnerable to admit, "I don't know if this story is any good and I really wish someone would reassure me right now."

It's much harder to say, "I feel so alone in this fandom, and I want to make friends with someone."

It's difficult to admit, "I worked so hard on this for so long and I'm so tired, but if someone out there likes it then all of that effort will be worthwhile - and if no one says anything, then I'll feel like my effort was wasted."

I'm not trying to shame the people who made those posts, and if that's how this comes across then I'm sorry. I'm just trying to explain why I think those posts will harm more than they help.

I also hope that any readers who see this post will understand that those writers are just people who are feeling a lot of different ways, and they're venting their frustrations. I've been there. I've reblogged those posts before when I was feeling frustrated like that too.

If you're able to comment, those comments are appreciated. If you're not able to comment (for whatever reason), that's okay too. ❤️

I'm not millenial nor gen z im from south america

feliz 9 de julio a les mutuals argieblr y a mi gato que cuando volvi del baño le estaba entrando a mi plato de locro en vez de a su comida que muy amablemente le acababa de servir

a man with a helmet or mask that he never takes off is infinitely more sexy than an attractive man who sometimes wears a helmet. it’s about the mystery. the mystique. is there nothing under there or a monster under there or a scary looking guy (all three uniquely charming). you’ll never know. it’s also doubly attractive if he takes his shirt off but keeps the helmet on. you agree

More ways to tell people you aren’t interested.