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  • The male benders in ATLA: Really good. They worked hard to get where they are skill wise and while it hasn't always been easy, they are capable and can hold their own in a fight. One of them was even the Avatar, which is pretty impressive since he mastered the elements at age twelve, rather than start learning at 16 like most Avatars.
  • The female benders in ATLA: Inarguably the most powerful and unmatched humans in the entire world. Prodigies, masters, and creators of subbending styles. One was compared in skill to the Fire Lord at age EIGHT and able to perform one of the rarest and most difficult forms by 14. She couldn't be defeated by another's (even the Avatar's) bending alone. Only faced defeat when fighting two other master benders while on the verge of a complete mental breakdown (officially being defeated by different female bender). Another held an entire city up by a single turret while standing on unstable ground, and then went on to invent her own bending style at the age of twelve. One mastered her element in mere WEEKS, mastered bloodbending and defeated the woman who INVENTED IT the FIRST TIME SHE EVER ATTEMPTED IT, held her own against a master waterbender without ANY TRAINING, and fully healed someone from a fatal wound, making her a master at two vastly different forms of waterbending at the age of 14. A female Avatar quite literally reshaped the planet and created her own ISLAND. AND MOVED IT ACROSS THE SEA. These women shown in the show are not only the most powerful and talented females in their universe, but also in almost any known piece of television or fiction, all while being completely fleshed out and complex characters, not being defined as nothing but 'strong'. Each has their own personality, strengths, and weaknesses.
  • Germany: So I did the math, it would take 400 people to create a steel longsword.
  • Prussia: What?
  • Germany: You know how fantasy books talk about swords "forged from the blood of enemies"? Well I calculated it, and you would have to drain the blood of 400 adult men and extract the iron from their blood to have enough to make a steel longsword. Forged from the blood of your enemies.
  • Prussia: That's awesome.
  • Germany: I know, right?

Keystone (3-part series) by Chandri

[106,961w | Explicit]

A world without parents is a lonely, portless world with no safety and no justice - this is a truth Stiles Stilinski learned when he was very young. But at nine years old, at twelve, he couldn’t understand just how true it was; that the powerful, indefinable wrongness that obscured his memories of his mother was more than a child’s sense of unfairness at having his mom taken away.

It’s not until a globetrotting great-aunt blows back into town after a many-years absence that it starts to dawn on him: that his mother’s death was anything but natural; that it was certainly anything but fair.

Note: This was submitted back when this blog was just starting up (five months ago!!) and I’ve finally gotten around to reading it! Thanks to mouseface for sending it in.

First off, I’m honestly stunned this fic isn’t one of the fandom darlings planted firmly on every Sterek rec list ever made. Seriously. I’m baffled. I’m rubbing my eyes and staring at the measly 90 kudos the final part has scrounged, wondering how it could have slipped through the cracks, and actually getting kind of mad about it?

It involves the discovery that everyone’s memories of Stiles’ mother have been tampered with and that Stiles and Derek’s histories are more closely intertwined than they ever could have realised. (When I read the series summary, I thought it was implying that the Sheriff is dead too, which is a sometimes-dealbreaker for me. If you’re the same, have no fear! He’s very much alive. Edit: Also, the series is marked as incomplete, but the ending of the third part reads as a satisfying conclusion to the trilogy, so you don’t need to worry about cliffhangers!)

It’s cerebral and confidently written, with complex original characters that blend seamlessly into the universe, and a lovely slow burn to Derek and Stiles’ relationship. It also gets better and better as the parts go on. If there was ever a fic in this fandom deserving of more love, this is it. Let’s make a difference!

Thanks again mouseface for reccing it!

  • [At a World Meeting, everyone is standing around a broken coffee machine]
  • Germany: So, who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
  • Italy: I did. I broke it.
  • Germany: No. No, you didn't. France?
  • France: Don't look at me. Look at Britain.
  • Britain: What?! I didn't break it.
  • France: Oh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
  • Britain: Because it's sitting right in front of us, and it's broken.
  • France: Suspicious.
  • Britain: No it's not!
  • Canada: If it matters, probably not, but Romano was the last one to use it.
  • Romano: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
  • Canada: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Romano: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Canada!
  • Italy: Okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Germany.
  • Germany: No! Who broke it?!
  • Britain: Germany... China has been awfully quiet.
  • China: REALLY?!
  • [Everyone starts arguing]
  • Germany: [to the camera] I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
  • Germany:
  • Germany: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.