Normies talking about getting whiplash from recipe blogs. You know nothing
Rewatched Sokka’s Master today and while I’ve always known that episode was impeccable, what stood out to me this time was the subplot about Aang, Katara, and Toph missing Sokka, which I find absolutely wonderful because it has nothing to do with how “useful” he is in terms of his skill set. It’s not that they go on a mission and realize they’re lost without Sokka’s tactical abilities. It’s not that they’re in a situation where none of them can bend and they need Sokka to teach them how to fight in other ways. It’s genuinely just them being lost without Sokka because he’s funny. It’s not showing that Sokka’s indispensable as a warrior, but that he’s indispensable as the friend they can count on to lighten the mood, and that that’s just as important
Honestly, I’m not sure I can remember what my mother looked like.
[ID: 4 gifs of Kya and Sokka from Avatar: the Last Airbender. Gif 1 shows Kya talking with a serious expression before she looks up at the audience and smiles.
Gif 2 shows Sokka looking upward and smiling as the mark of the wise is drawn on his forehead.
Gif 3 shows Sokka in his Water Tribe armor. The gif slowly zooms in on him as he looks ahead with an angry expression, tears forming in his eyes.
Gif 4 shows Kya talking, a serious expression on her face. End ID.]
@/korras: Honestly, I’m not sure I can remember what my mother looked like.
I have been thinking about this exact thing lately. How it’s not just his looks that Sokka inherited from his mother. Sure he emulates his dad. He practically hero worships the man, and he wants so badly to make him proud but.
Sokka’s tendency to undervalue himself against the rest of the group? To always put himself between danger and his friends? To be self sacrificing to the point of destruction? All. Kya.
Her face. Her sarcasm and dry cutting remarks. Her inclination to put her head on the chopping block, look the executioner in the eye and say, “take me, let them go. They’re more important. Im just some person, but the world needs them.” All of that passed down to Sokka without him ever noticing.
Golf is an extremely effeminate game. Its a non-contact low-exertion activity played on a perfectly manicured little picnic lawn and between individual actions you sit in a dainty car and get driven to the next spot so you arent blemished by the act of walking under the sun. If elderly men ever realized this it would be cataclysmic
You dont even have to drive the little cart or handle the clubs yourself you can go to the front desk hire one of their eunuchs to do it all for you
Are .... are the caddies normally eunuchs?
Are... Are yours not?
Homosexuality explained in a German Children’s Book
now why yall gonna make me cry like that
WHY DONT THEY SELL THIS ELSEWHERE
maybe youd feel better if you drew your favorite character more transgender
i do think that one of the worst things “activist” spaces on the internet ever did was convince young marginalized people that individual people, complete strangers, were their oppressors. no, matt from chemistry class isn’t personally oppressing you because he’s a guy, that old lady at the bank isn’t personally oppressing you because she’s cis, your waiter isn’t personally oppressing you because they’re white. individuals can and do contribute to systems of oppression. but seeing random individuals you encounter in your daily life as your oppressors will do nothing but trick you into punching laterally or punching down because you think it’s “empowering.” you might get a momentary rush of endorphins from snapping at the male cashier bc #menaretrashuwu but all you’re doing is being shitty to a random guy making poverty wages.
i saw a tik tok the other day that like perfectly described this phenomenon, how gen z (and some young millennials too tbh) pushes for systemic justice and equality, but refuses to give that on an interpersonal level, and like. y’all. you simply cannot achieve systemic change if you’re not also working toward interpersonal change. you will do more for your own liberation by treating others with sensible patience and kindness than you will pushing this toxic individualist narrative of “i don’t owe anyone anything and i get to act however i want to people i view as my oppressor.” we need class solidarity now more than ever.
I hate when people are like “so tell me about yourself :)”. What do you want like my trauma or my favorite color let’s be specific
My 30 seconds of research (which, in my defense, I did still do) didn't find verification of this iether way, but apparently there's a claim that the word "assassin", coming from arabic, originally came from the word meaning "hashish-chewer", a lowlife and a shady fellow. And while wikitionary calls this origin story "folkloric", I'm sharing it anyway purely because I find it funny. Like imagine.
"What price would you be willing to take for this rotten work, for the hideous act of taking a human life?" "lmao weed."
Not quite. It came from a muslim sect who allegedly controlled a lot of politics in the middle ages middle east through assassination or the threat of it.
It's not completely wrong though, as they indoctrinated their respective future members by getting them high with hashish and showing them "the paradise" they were going to gain with their deeds, aka a wonderful lush garden, kept for that reason alone.
SO basically they radicalized impressible young men by promising a better life and made them do terrible deeds for them. Their leader (still allegedly) was called the old man of the mountain and no one can actually tell what he was up to then.
This of course bears now resemblance with our life now, and no man has been put through similar practices since.. ages... like... last Saturday or so....
And this is why I always share every dumbass thought I have: Had I not made this original post in the first place, I would not have learned about the alledged existence of the ancient radical assassin weed cult, which unfortunately doesn't seem anywhere near as fun as was initially assumed.
Lmao
Diversity win: your arch nemesis accepts your atypical gender identity but shall never accept the evil in your heart
Well well well, if it isn't the consequences of me saying "sure, no problem" several weeks ago and forgetting about it in the intervening time.
I apparently volunteered to dogsit a husky for a week.
She has commandeered Tiny Bastard's desk nook and bed.
Normal images to text your cousin.
Guess who got her face stuck in the baby gate.
One of the most romantic things to ever happen in cinema comes from this sleeper hit movie called RED, which is about a bunch of former spies/assassins coming out of retirement to do a job together.
One of the old spies is Helen Mirren, who has this wonderful exchange with another female character
Victoria (Helen Mirren) : You know, I was in love with an agent once.
Sarah Ross : What happened?
Victoria (Helen) : Well, I was with MI6. And the relationship wasn't... sanctioned. So when it came to light, my loyalty was questioned. And I was ordered to kill him. It was a test.
Sarah Ross : What did you do?
Victoria (Helen) : I put three bullets in his chest.
And it's like damn.
She cold as fuck? What a mommy. An ice cold assassin, who chose her career over her love.
But then.
You actually meet the guy, who shows Bruce Willis' character the 3 bullet wounds.
And then he says something so beautiful:
Ivan Simanov: [shows Frank his bullet wounds] This was done to me by the love of my life. Three bullets in the chest. When I woke alive, I knew she still loved me. Or else it would have been the head. It was big risk for her, of course, but one does crazy things for love.
And it's like....
how fucking beautiful....
Like just the set up was so good....and the payoff was magnificent.
"I was ordered to kill him...it was a test. I put three bullets in his chest."
"Three bullets to the chest....When I woke up alive, I knew she still loved me."
Like...if she wanted me dead... I'd be dead...she must love me!
If John Wick and Scott Pilgrim didn't inspire 7 Deadly Habits of the Modern Demon Summoner, then RED did.
Assassins that try to kill one another...but can't quite finish the job....their fingers twitch on the trigger, their aim is off, their aim for the chest instead of the head...
just slay me, darlings.
okay. listen. I try not to be pedantic about this sort of thing but it’s starting to get on my nerves. the wire mother offers milk but not comfort. the cloth mother offers comfort but not milk. if something is comforting, fun, or otherwise compelling, but lacks substance, that is the cloth mother. if something is boring or unpleasant but has substance, that is the wire mother.
wire mother: your thoroughly researched effortpost that gets three notes
cloth mother: your post that just says “it’s penis o’clock babey!” and has a hundred billion notes
microwave mimic that just eats the food instead of cooking it
tags written by microwave mimic. "oh just reach in the moment the food is 1 second from ready. yeah your whole arm."






