[just a quick point out]


@thisshouldbegayer and I just began a mermaid AU, and I don’t know where it’s going, but this is how it started.

hey kiddos just want to point out super quick that the intentional vagueness of the current use of “queer” is a real convenient way to obfuscate whether or not someone is ACTUALLY lgbt and that’s not an accident

also trans women are women full stop, so all y'all terfs can leave this post alone probably

anonymous asked:

What If one of the fakes had a high school reunion or something like that and just took the crew and it somehow ended in a shoot out with the cops.

Let’s just be clear, it’s not a pride thing. Geoff has never cared what people said about him, not outside a professional sense anyway; he knew exactly who he was, what he was capable of, even before he’d taken an entire city to its knees. So it’s not that he felt the need to prove himself, it’s just that there’s something particular about high school trauma, isn’t there? Something that lingers, even when it shouldn’t, something that emerges from even the most upstanding adults when thrown back together for a reunion, the bullies and the bullied, all desperate to show what they’ve become.

Geoff’s last high school was nothing like he’d ever been to before, a snobby upper-crust hellhole he was only in because his Ma’s third husband pulled some strings, and the other students were quick to point out just how much he didn’t belong. Between the tattoos and the smoking, the lazy looks and slow sneering drawl, it was always all too easy to label Geoff a loser, a drop out, trailer park trash everyone knew would be washing their cars one day. Never mind that he scored higher than most of his cohort even when skipping more or less every class, never mind that he is possibly the most well-read crime-lord in the country, back then he had an image and teenagers are relentless. Not that Geoff was all that phased even at the time, only a year or so away from the day he picked up his first gun and never looked back, but it’s the principal of the thing.

So when an invite forwards through from an email so old he’d forgotten he’d even made it Geoff has to laugh. Then pause, consider, hatch an utterly ridiculous idea, and laugh some more. Because he might not care, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy ruining the night for all the pathetic stuck-up nobodies he went to school with; rubbing your success in everyone’s faces is what reunions are for, after all. The fact that it has a theme, that it is masquerade of all things, really just cements Geoff’s resolve to drag his crew halfway across the country into one of the strangest nights of their lives.

Everyone knows the option to bring a guest to these events is, in reality, the offer to bring a romantic partner, singular, but it isn’t technically stated. There are no rules barring Geoff from RSVP-ing for 7, so that’s exactly what he does. Sure he receives a few increasingly less polite emails suggesting he’d been mistaken but he doesn’t even bother opening them, doesn’t try to clarify that he is bringing his friends, his family, not his entire harem. Let them talk; they’d do it anyway. Plus, it’s not like the Fake’s aren’t all entirely too pleased with the suggestion, cackling hyenas who spend the next few weeks laying it on thick, batting their eyes and blowing Geoff kisses, picking out increasingly absurd meet-cute stories to tell his scandalised classmates. Between creating new identities and playing dress up in masks and suits they couldn’t be happier.

Masks or not they catch every eye in the room when they make their entrance and why wouldn’t they; Geoff and his unusual request must have been the talk of the rumour mill and identity hidden or not clearly this must be Geoff, it’s not like anyone else brought along 6 dates. As stage whispers hit a dull roar it’s obvious no one was prepared for what they were seeing, perhaps imagined instead stained tank tops and a string of strung-out baby mama’s, not expensively tailored suits and an attractively refined entourage. Paying the noise no heed Geoff swans into the room with Jack looking elegant on one arm, Gavin at his most Ken-doll glamorous tucked under the other, flanked on either side by Ryan, Michael, Jeremy and Ray, all dressed to impress.

Shock and jealousy aren’t good looks on anyone, let alone rich brats turned elitist yuppies, so Geoff’s classmates behave just as poorly as he’d anticipated, years and newfound maturity doing nothing to stop the tittering laughter, the sneers and judgmental looks, fake pleasantry and condescending questions. But then, his crew didn’t exactly play nice with them either.

Ray and Jeremy immediately beeline to the food table and bar, respectively, and each set themselves up and settle in for the night; loud, obnoxious and tactlessly talking about everyone around them. When asked about themselves or their relationship to Geoff they’re both frustratingly vague, Jeremy chattering away without saying much at all and Ray simply staring people down until they can’t bear the tension.

Michael and Ryan set off together to explore the room but quickly separate to accommodate their vastly different methods of surveillance. Ryan skulks into the background, ducking numerous attempts to catch his interest in favour of fading into unlit corners and empty nooks, frightening the life out of anyone trying to slip away for some private time. Michael, on the other hand, seems determined to be the life of the party, cheerfully making conversation only to laugh in the face of every so-called achievement, ruffling feathers and causing major offence wherever he goes.

Gavin slinks off like a man on a mission and doesn’t come back for over an hour, offering no explanation for the absence beyond a dangerously self-satisfied smirk. His work becomes obvious soon enough anyway, once the yelling starts; Geoff’s two main high-school tormentors, mentioned only in passing stories over the years, simultaneously having huge, public, relationship-ending blow ups with each of their significant others. What are the odds? Across the hall Gavin laughs, all tinkling glass and sparkling charm, smoothly working the room like Michael’s mirror opposite.

Jack stays at Geoff’s side all night, hackles raised into something abnormally cold and unimpressed any time someone comes up to speak to them, protective instincts in full force no matter how often Geoff claims to be unaffected. He fills her in on all the worst gossip about those who approach, and as the night progresses and general unease begins to spread Jack mellows, sinking back into something sweet and mocking, somehow even more unsettling playing docile arm-candy than she was rabid guard dog.

Throughout the night the Fake AH Crew remain a key topic of every casual conversation; they might have been regardless, even this far from Los Santos no one can get enough of their scandals, but with the huge heist pulled just last week there was no way to avoid it, everyone has their two cents, their praise and condemnation. It’s too funny, the whole crew killing themselves trying not to break character, to laugh or correct or manipulate the conversation but all their self-control is well rewarded in the end.

Half the room removed their masks less than an hour into the night; too difficult to eat and talk and drink in, too vain to keep their hard earned looks covered, so it’s not at all strange when the Fake’s start to follow suit. Jeremy and Ray start it, the newest member and the one caught on camera the least often, casually dropping their masks mid-conversation. They each get a confused squint or two, a double glance, a few individuals trying to place them, remember how they’d met before, why they were so familiar.

Next came Gavin and Michael, having goaded each other out onto the dance-floor they were playing as much as they were moving to the music, laughing and grappling and generally making a bit of a scene. They snatch off each other’s masks as they play and the looks double, because alone they’re each distinctive but together, together, people have seen those faces together, somewhere they’ve seen them and so often together..

Last is Jack and Geoff, more graceful than their counterparts and moving with far more purpose they reveal their faces in the centre of the room and, like a party trick, they instantly catch the whole room’s attention. Out of context, in ones and twos where they don’t belong, the members of the FAHC could be mistaken but no one in the country would fail to recognise Ramsey and Patillo, the kingpin and his right hand, rulers of the most well-known gang in the US. And here they stand, casually mingling at a high school reunion.

In the calm before the storm the crew gravitates back towards one another, can almost see the cogs turning around them, the lightbulbs flickering on in a slow ripple spreading out across the room, disbelief and the first hint of horror swirling together as people start unconsciously reaching for their phones. As Ryan slips back out and wanders over, the last still masked, always masked, the chatter seems to crescendo then crash into something still and almost silent as a room full of entitled trust-fund babies recognise their own terror.

Finally uncovered and flanked by his family Geoff’s grin creeps across his face, slow and violent and more confirmation than anyone needed as he lets the oppressive tension sit for a long moment, arms spreading out to his sides like a magician revealing a clever trick before he breaks the silence; Surprise motherfuckers.

Guns are pulled from jackets and from there it’s all running and screaming, no honour or courage, just a stampede for the exits to the sound of cackling laughter and the occasional aimless pot-shot. The Fake’s aren’t looking for lives, not worth the hassle really, and this job certainly has no monetary reward beyond the wallets Geoff’s filthy little thieves have no doubt absconded with, but the fear in the air is delightful and even the sound of incoming sirens can’t ruin the mood. If anything it only hypes them up further, all savage grins and ramping excitement as they make for doors, reloading their weapons and pumping themselves up for a whole new police force to terrorise, Geoff’s magnificent little miscreants.

On the way out they pass a wall of yearbook photos, blown up large and captioned with names and all the old superlative awards. Ryan stumbles to a halt and snorts, snatching one off the wall and tucking it into his jacket to take back to the penthouse, though not before flashing the Lads a glance at that all too recognisable face, sending them into peals of screeching laughter as they pour out into the night. Geoffrey Fink; Least likely to succeed. 

Mason - Morgan Rielly

Anonymous said: Morgan Reilly one where you have a son together from your teen years but you aren’t together and he didn’t know.

A/N: Thinking this might become a multi-part imagine, so I purposely left it open. Let me know if you think I should continue :)

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Morgan Rielly

Words: 3,422

Warnings: None

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okay, so can we talk about the opening to BvS for a quick second?

I just want to point out all of the amazing parts to this scene: Bruce hopping off the helicopter in loafers before it’s even on the ground, his fear that’ll he’ll be too late, the awesome driving skills. The potential robins in like, every other shot. 

But what really gets me, every fucking time, are the 9/11 vibes. Most of us remember at least something about that day in the US, or definitely saw videos in school. Remember the clouds of dust, the collapsing buildings with thousands of people sprinting in front of them?

Hans Zimmer did an AMAZING fucking job with this score, because it pulled at every heartstring. When Jack is praying, the music slows down, and it feels so hopeless. 

Then Bruce starts running, once again in loafers, towards the building that’s actively collapsing. The music speeds up, the choral sections growing louder as he barrels towards the dust cloud, and then–

he hits the cloud, and everything goes white. It was timed absolutely perfectly. The thing that gets me is, Bruce never stops running. He puts his hands up and fucking sprints into the cloud, pretending like, somehow, one man could stop a building from collapsing, and if he only got close enough, it would be enough to save his employees, and his company. To save Jack. 

This scene messes with me for so many reasons. I think I almost panicked in the theaters when I watched it for the first time. I knew, then and there, that Ben Affleck’s Batman was going to be my favorite. 


A/N: just another quick bullet point list! enjoy. xx

Drunk Shawn would include…

  • Him starting out in the giggly stage after a few drinks
  • Him stumbling over his feet because he can’t support his tall frame
  • Throwing his head back every time he took a shot and sucking on a lime
  • “I’m just tipsy, Y/N!”
  • “Yeah, I’m gonna disagree on that, Mendes. 
  • Rolling your eyes because he says this every damn time he’s shit faced
  • But you let him enjoy himself anyway
  • His random laughs at the most dumbest things
  • Dragging Shawn out from whatever embarrassing thing he’s doing
  • After his giggly stage, he would move to the horny stage
  • His intense stares at you from the other side of the room
  • His sudden urges to fuck you right then and there
  • A drink in his hand, flushed cheeks, beads of sweat on his forehead, enough said.
  • “Are you seriously hard right now?” 
  • Shawn showing off a smirk in response
  • Then, the confused stage.
  • “Baby, can we go home? I think I’m drunk.”
  • You noticing his red eyes starting to close as he leans against the bar
  • “Ya think?”
  • Driving both of you home in his Jeep
  • “Shawn don’t touch that”
  • “No! Don’t puke in here!”
  • “Who the hell is talking?” Shawn would look at you confused
  • “Babe it’s the fucking radio.”


I can’t stop thinking about what must have happened in the fight between Hanzo and Genji. More specifically, I can’t stop thinking about how obscenely, totally one-sided it must have been.

Like, we know that Genji was at the brink of death afterwards and Hanzo walked away, but it’s more than that. 

Genji’s body was absolutely destroyed. His limbs are all prosthetic. His face is covered in scars. He mentions how he can no longer eat regular food in one of his voice lines. We only see his eyes when he removes his mask in the Dragons short, but even with the mask removed, there’s still metal visible on much of the lower half of his face, which might imply that he needed portions of his skull/jaw replaced as well. 

And then there’s Hanzo–who doesn’t have so much as a single visible scar. And if he does have scars, they’re certainly not anywhere on his body where you’d expect to see them if someone had tried to kill you, like his head, neck, and chest. I’m also working under the assumption that he doesn’t have prosthetic legs and just wears futuristic boots, based on the fact that his pants are tucked into them, they go over his knee but possess a normal, organic joint at the back, and his ‘ick’ reaction to finding out that so much of Genji’s body is now robotic. 

Like, Hanzo walked away from their fight completely unscathed, but Genji was mutilated. Mutilated, but not killed–which probably means Hanzo wasn’t just carrying it out like a normal assassination, quick and to the point. He was angry. It wasn’t enough just to kill himhe wanted to make Genji suffer for what (in Hanzo’s mind) he was making him do. He might have even deliberately made it so Genji’s death would be long and drawn out–something which ultimately allowed time to save him.

And Genji, in turn, barely fought back. In fact, he probably only made attempts to defend himself. The chipped sword is likely a direct result of that, since swords are not generally designed to block one another and are meant to simply cut through flesh. The aim is to kill your opponent fast, or at least hurt them enough to incapacitate them. As a trained assassin, Genji would have known that as well as anyone. But if you can’t (or won’t) do that, and you’re not fast enough to outright avoid a hit (Hanzo was a better swordsman, after all), then you block–and that’s what Genji did. He didn’t want to die–but more than that, he didn’t want to kill Hanzo. Didn’t want to hurt him at all. Was more content to let himself get chopped practically to pieces than to raise his sword against his brother.

That’s probably what motivated Hanzo’s guilt, as much as anything. If he’d given his brother an easy death–made it an honorable kill–he probably would have returned to his life as the heir feeling saddened but justified. But he fought Genji with the intent to crush him, to stomp him out like a cigarette butt, and Genji hardly did anything to stop it. He simply could not bring himself to fight back with everything he was capable of–not when he loved Hanzo so much. It’s no wonder Hanzo could barely live with himself afterwards. He had done such a monstrous, unforgivable thing to the only family he had left after the death of their father. And why? For what? 

So, realizing what the Shimada Clan was doing to him–what he would turn into if he stayed with them–he left. But, I’m sure he knows as well as any that that doesn’t quite erase what he did. Which may be part of why he reacts so angrily towards Genji when they reunite. 

Genji’s been alive all this time, and yet he never came for Hanzo. He could have settled the score, but instead he went after the Shimada clan itself, the ones who put him and his brother at odds to begin with, who made it so they had to fight. And there’s Hanzo, realizing all this and being so upset about it. Because after everything Hanzo has done to atone on his own, it’s Genji once again who forgives him. It’s Genji once again who loves him more–would probably have loved him just the same even if he hadn’t spent the last 10 years trying to make things right. And that must have been so frustrating for Hanzo to know that he’d abandoned everything, done so much to make things up to someone who never, ever even blamed him. All this time, he’s been carrying a burden which he inflicted upon himself. And once again, he has to ask himself, why? For what?

But by the end of Dragons, when he lays down his bow and returns to pray at the little shrine he’s made, he finally figures it out: for Genji.

anonymous asked:

tbh i don't think i'll ever get over that sheer look of heartbroken resignation on bucky's face in the pub scene in tfa after he looks at steve/peggy. you cannOT INTERPRET THAT ANY OTHER WAY THAN THE LOOK OF A MAN STEPPING ASIDE AND CONDEMNING HIMSELF TO A LIFE FULL OF UNREQUITED LOVE

That whole scene was gay. The two of them are gay. I know the straights will want to argue this and they can try until they’re blue in the face, because the bar scene in catfa was one of the gayest scenes in straight cinema that I’ve ever seen. Bucky’s sitting all alone and mopey and then cheers up when Steve sits with him. They proceed to have a conversation that is overtly flirty, and also holds deep feeling and emotion. Steve genuinely stares at Bucky and doesn’t blink for a solid 20 seconds. Do you know how hard it is to not blink for 20 seconds whilst just staring at the same point? Do you know how quick eyes dry out? And yet Steve is just….gazing at Bucky like there’s no one else there.
And THEN Bucky leans in and is like “uh, you’re keeping the outfit right?” and Steve, who had been complaining about the outfit and the tights until that point, LITERALLY LOOKS BUCKY OVER, and then says “you know what, it’s kinda growing on me” and then quirks his eyebrow? Sorry but any and all hetero explanations for that are reaching it’s embarrassing, y'all should just concede that that interaction had many a homoerotic undertone.
And then when Peggy shows up, Steven and James both get so fucking awkward. Like Bucky half heartedly attempts to flirt bc that’s what he does, he charms, but he just looks sad. Probs bc he was finally just alone with his number one human being and now he’s having to share his attention. And Steve,,,idk what the fuck steve does, he contributes to the conversation but idk how ur gonna call the interaction between Steve and Peggy flirting when Bucky had just confessed he’d have followed Steve anywhere even without the serum and Steve made suggestive comments about the costume. And then the moment Peggy’s gone they just slip back into their seats and relax again into easy banter.

Steven Grant Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes are gay and that’s all I have to say on the matter.

didn’t see anything on the Coppermind about this so just gonna. point this out real quick. spoiler warning for Secret History and Way of Kings; emphasis added.

“A large yellow gemstone the size of Kelsier’s fist shone in the center, glowering even more brightly than the walls. That gem was surrounded by a lattice of golden metal holding it in place. All told, it was the size of a desk clock.”

-Secret History, about the ‘device’ engaged to detect Threnodites

“She hurried back to the tripod with the fabrial’s box. She slid off the wooden top and removed the large heliodor inside. The pale yellow gemstone, at least two inches in diameter, was fixed inside a metal framework. It glowed gently, not as bright as one might expect of such a sizable gem.

She set it in the tripod, then spun a few of the dials underneath, setting the fabrial to the people in the caravan. Then she pulled a stool from the wagon and sat down to watch. She’d been astonished at what Vstim had paid for the device—one of the new, recently invented types that would give warning if people approached. Was it really so important?

She sat back, looking up at the gemstone, watching to see if it grew brighter.”

-Way of Kings; Rysn, talking about Vstim’s new fabrial

All-Class Band Headcanon

Just pointing this out real quick, I mean a school band so you don’t get confused.

Here are what instruments I think the mercs would play in a band!

Scout: Flute or snare drum

Soldier: Trombone, Tuba, Baritone, generally anything with a mouthpiece.

Pyro: Xylophone, Bells, Windchimes, and other Percussion addons

Demo: Timpani drums or possibly bass clarinet.

Engineer: Clarinet (he’d be one of those people that was pulled into the band by a friend.)

Heavy: Tuba or Bass Drum. (Or if he’s up for the challenge, hyper bass clarinet)

Sniper: All the saxes. Alto Saxophone, Tenner Saxophone, and Barry Saxophone.

Medic: Enrolled in strings program instead of band. Too bad. He’d miss all the sacrifices too…

Spy: Trumpet. (Lemme guess. You were thinking French horn, weren’t you? Don’t say you weren’t.)

Headcanon by: Zuendzie :D

Joeck Has Arrived!

“Oh, look who’s finally arrived,” Conor rolled his eyes as the familiar laughter carried over from the front door and to the room the rest of the boys were all currently sat in.

“They’re only…” Josh glanced at the clock quickly, “Half an hour late.”

“Not bad for them.” Caspar added, letting his phone fall into his lap as Joe and Jack walk into the room.

“Sorry,” Joe started, looking sheepish, “Lunch took longer than we thought.”

“Well worth it though,” Jack grinned, letting himself fall onto the couch beside Conor, who shoved him over.

“It’s fine, just about time Joeck finally arrived.” Oli teased, the rest of the boys laughing.

Joe and Jack exchanged a confused glance as the older man sat on the couch beside Jack.

“What does that mean?” Joe asked once the group had settled down, smacking Jack’s hand away when he poked him lightly in the side.

“It means that.” Josh gestured to the two of them, but the two just exchanged another confused look.

“You aren’t making any sense.” Jack shook his head, tossing his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers lightly playing with Joe’s hair when he leaned back.

“Wait, you two honestly don’t know what Joeck is?” Conor looked over at his brother.

“What the fuck is Joeck?!” The younger Maynard exclaimed while Joe shrugged.

“Really?” Caspar gaped, his eyes darting between the two guys sat closely together. “Like, honestly, no idea?”

“Caspar, stop being weird,” Joe snapped, “Clearly we don’t know. So can someone please explain!”

“It’s like Jaspar.” The blonde replied, and at the blank look Joe and Jack sent back, he sighed, crossing his legs as he sat forward, staring up at them from the floor, “Obviously you know what Jaspar is.”

“Yeah, people thought you and Joe were dating or whatever.” Jack answered, an off tone in his voice.

“Which we never were,” Joe was quick to point out, smiling over at Jack, “Just good friends.”

“How do they not see it…” Josh mumbled to himself.

Anyways,” Caspar drew the attention back to himself, “It’s basically the same but instead of Joe and I, it’s you, Jack, and Joe.”

“People think we’re dating?” Joe blinked over at his former roommate, who nodded quickly, “But…why?”

“Seriously?!” Oli burst out, “Even we forget you two aren’t dating some times!”

“I’m still lost,” Jack groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch, “Can someone please just put it in simple terms?”

“You and Joe act like a married couple at times.” Conor told his younger brother, smirking when his head snapped up.

“We do not!”

“Bro, look at how you two are sitting right now,” Conor waved towards them. Joe and Jack both turned their attention to how they were sitting, noticing that their sides were pressed together, and Jack’s arm was practically around Joe’s shoulders.

Blushing, the older man shuffled away a bit as Jack retracted his arm.

“And besides that, you two are constantly on lunch dates,” Josh added, ignoring the squeak of protest from Joe, “You literally fall asleep on the couch together.”

“Constantly hanging out with each other.” Oli continued, “And if you aren’t together, you’re texting or snap chatting one another.”

“And you two get jealous when someone else is flirting with the other.” Caspar supplied helpfully.

“What?! No we don’t!” Jack flushed, staring down at his lap.

“Not just flirting, actually,” Conor said casually, “If anyone steals one of your attention for too long, the other gets all pouty and shit. It’s adorable, really.”

“Are you done?” Jack snapped over at his older brother.

“Do you understand what Joeck is now?”


“Then yes, we’re done.” Conor smiled.

“But…we aren’t actually dating.” Joe said weakly, his own cheeks a bright red. “We’re just good friends.”

“Well, yeah, we get that.” Josh shrugged, “And it’s never bothered us that you two have always been close. We thought you were aware of it though.”

“Clearly not,” Caspar laughed at the two blushing boys, “It doesn’t change anything, not with all of us. So don’t let it change things between you two.”

“Yeah, it’s just who you guys are. Joe and Jack. Joeck.” Oli finished, smiling over at the them.

“Can we just watch a movie already?” Jack mumbled, crossing his arms.

“Sure,” Josh reached for the remote, starting up the movie.

The boys were worried that perhaps they had shifted things in Joe and Jack’s relationship, pointing out how close the two were, but their worries disappeared when by the time the first movie came to an end, the two were already close together once again, talking and giggling quietly.

Joeck was still Joeck.

Theory of Overprotective Canines

Guys, I’ll admit that I was getting a little antsy only doing these short fluffy one-shots. So, instead, I present a 12k, College!fic full of pining, growling, AND, my favorite, fullwolf!Derek.

 Still, technically, this is for the Not Quite Normal OTP Challenge and the attempted mind meld challenge with andavs! (It sorta worked this time!! if you allow it to!)

 4. First Night in their First Apartment 

(I know it doesn’t really fit at all. Hush, I made the challnege. I can do what I want.)


“Stiles,” Derek’s voice is the low rumble that Stiles has long since gotten used to. It also sounds vaguely disapproving. Stiles is pretty used to that too.

“I know, I know,” Stiles replies putting up a hand before Derek can finish. “I said that there would be an elevator, but I thought there was! How was I to know it’s been broken since the 80s?”

Which is unfortunate since he is on the fourth floor and they have to bring up all his stuff, but he doesn’t have that much stuff. And Scott and Derek are werewolves so, really, they should not be complaining.

“You cannot live here,” Derek continues, as if Stiles hadn’t spoken.

Stiles blinks.

“Why not?” Behind Derek, Scott is looking around as well. His face also seems to be a bit pinched. “Is there something supernatural? Oh my god, I can’t believe my luck with these things!”

“No,” Derek says. “No, not supernatural but this is… Stiles, this is a terrible part of town.”

Scott nods. Stiles frowns.


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I’ve seen some anti-Maikø metas lately and I’ve noticed a trend when it comes to the counterarguments. Regardless of the content provided by the OP, many disagreements seem to center around one rather… childish comment:

“You only dislike Maiko because Mai gets in the way of Zutara being canon.” 

Let’s get one thing straight - for the majority of Zutara shippers, myself included, Maikø is a heavily disliked ship because of how Zuko is treated in the relationship. Yes, many anti-Maikø metas involve Zutara to an extent, but we really couldn’t care less about Zutara when it comes to how we feel about Maikø. 

The only way in which Katara even remotely relates to the general abhorrence for Maikø is that she stands as a direct contrast to what is a very unhealthy, disrespectful, and abusive relationship. 

To get right down to it, much of the discourse surrounding Maikø stems from that one scene on that one boat in that one episode…. Yeah, you all know which one I’m talking about.  

I’m not going to rehash it anymore. Some think it’s a joke and some would contend that Mai’s deliberately shutting Zuko down after he opens up to her. Either way you look at it- it goes to show how little they understand each other. Mai, who later in the series and the comics, hounds Zuko about not being emotionally available, doesn’t understand, in that moment, that Zuko was trying to be open with her. And Zuko doesn’t grasp that Mai’s expressed concern, in that moment, has nothing to do with whatever is going on in his head and everything to do with “Are you cold.”  

However, it’s a bit ridiculous, in my opinion, that with his supposed girlfriend, Zuko can’t delve into his feelings whenever and wherever he feels like it. In my opinion, acting as his girlfriend, Mai should’ve immediately prompted him to keep talking, to keep sharing, to tell her what he needed to feel better. But that’s beside my point…. because I realized something. 

Mai and Zuko really, really don’t understand each other at all. They barely know each other. 

Don’t get on me like, Oh, but they knew each other since they were kids. They are childhood sweethearts. No, just… no. Let’s discuss, shall we? 

Whatever connection they had as kids fizzled when Zuko left. In fact, I highly doubt either thought much about the other, as evidenced by Ty Lee mentioning Zuko in a passing and Mai sort of blushing. Furthermore, Mai and Zuko had such little interaction following the fall of Ba Sing Se, that Azula had to manipulate the pair into rekindling something. 

So you have this new couple, this very immature relationship, this barely there romance, standing on the deck of the ship trying to figure itself out. How do they fit together? How do they connect? How do they tick? Mai asks a simple question. Zuko opens up. Mai becomes uncomfortable - after all, she barely knows the guy - and she resorts to her aloof nature. Zuko doesn’t take it well. 

It’s got a lack of understanding written all over it. Whatever. There’s time for them to grow, right? There’s still potential here, right? 


Beyond the lack of understanding, there’s a complete lack of respect. Shortly after Mai and Zuko are reunited during Azula’s orchestrated date, they run into Jin. You know, because Byrke just love to fuck things up with a love triangle and romantic drama. Now, Jin doesn’t know who Zuko is. She’s operating under the assumption that Zuko is still Lee and the new couple plays along with this. Mai tells Jin that she throws daggers for the circus and offers to demonstrate. 

So… while there are a thousand different ways for Mai to show off her talent with sharp, scary objects, she chooses a way in which she deliberately insults her new boyfriend. 

Why is there a fish on his head, Mai? She just put a fish… on the the head of the crown Prince. Okay. Sure. That’s not treason. 

It seems that Mai was seeking her revenge for the flaming apple on her head all those years ago… but she seems to have forgotten that Azula put that apple on her head. And Azula set the apple on fire. So right off the bat, there’s this bubbling irritation expressed by Mai towards Zuko for something Zuko didn’t even do. 

Yes, Zuko knocked it and her into a fountain, but he was genuinely concerned for her. Who’s concerned in the image above? That’s right- Jin. Zuko just looks like he’s scared (probably because he barely knows her and doesn’t really trust her).

But Mai…. well, Mai’s expression is one of utter contempt. 

And her misunderstandings with and disrespect towards Zuko continue to perpetrate the relationship, rearing their ugly heads again when Mai is frustrated with Zuko for being frustrated about the war meeting. 

This is another scene I’ve hashed out previously, so I’ll just make a quick point and leave it at that. Mai does approach Zuko out of concern. She doesn’t want him to be sad or hurting, but she completely fails in her task. 

Why does she fail? You may ask. 

Well, let’s look at some of the words she uses: dumb, who cares, you shouldn’t [care], think about how things went at the last meeting you went to.

The “dumb” probably could’ve slid under the rug had she immediately moved on to her real attempts to make him feel better (i.e. rides in the palanquin, fruit tarts, etc). However, when Zuko doesn’t have the reaction she wants to her first statement, her belittling language only intensifies. By the end, she is telling an abuse victim to think about his abuse… because that’s healthy.

Either they really don’t get each other (in an unhealthy kind of way) or Mai doesn’t care about him all that much. You can take it however you want, but the facts are simple:

Zuko and Mai don’t work well together. They lack the ability to give the other what the other needs. Zuko can’t be as emotionally available as Mai wants him to be. Mai can’t be as accepting and understanding as Zuko needs her to be. 

It escalates to a point of where Zuko is degraded and Mai feels betrayed. Because she doesn’t get him. And he doesn’t know how to relate his feelings to her.

Of course, for Zuko, it always seemed as though Mai had conditions as to when and where she wanted to hear about his feelings. She certainly didn’t want to hear about it on their trip back home and when he left to help save the Fire Nation/world, she really didn’t want to hear about it. 

Alas, the cycle of misunderstanding, disrespect, and degradation at it’s fucking finest. (see below)

Now, I know Mai’s quasi “redemption” scene follows this… in which Mai saves Zuko from a very likely death, but this doesn’t absolve the relationship of its issues nor does it turn over a new leaf for either of them. 

Wait, what?! You might screech say.

In the final moments of A:TLA and throughout the comics, we see the same level of misunderstanding, contempt, and discontent between the pair. Again and again. They continue in this pattern of not getting each other. Mai still feels like Zuko isn’t open with her and Zuko still doesn’t feel safe being open with her. Mai is still frustrated with him. Zuko is still made to feel small and belittled around her. Mai lies to Zuko. Zuko lies to Mai. And so on, and so on, and so on. 

The unhealthy cycle starts all over… with one threat and one jab to the chest.