rewatching lok is always a wild ride bc how the writing differs between seasons causes my opinions of characters and ships and whatever to be completely all over the place
like season 1 i find asami almost irritating as the writers did very little with her besides making her have these constant remarks about how something is similar to what her father did (sure she was upset but i doubt she’d keep mentioning it that much out loud when her friends are in danger??), sour looks in the background and being kinda rude when everyone was worried for korras safety. i get that mako was basically ignoring she had every right to be mad bc he is stupid but still. korra couldve died ya know
and then season 2 is just a mess (apart from wan…..i love him so much hes a good boy)
i do really love seasons 3 & 4 though. i feel like more care was put into the writing and finally we see asami as the great character she actually is. also kai and jinora just steal my heart but i wont gush about that now
basically what i mainly want to say is lok is kind of a mess especially when compared to atla but i still love it?? and i went from shipping makorra to despising them together in a romantic relationship in the space of like one season loool
Lmaoooo dad just admitted that I’m the biggest disappointment in his eyes and if I’m being honest I’m glad that he said that cause now there is no doubt in my mind that he never fully appreciated me as his kid. Now I’ve fully accepted that, I realise I don’t need his fucking opinion or approval in my life after I’m gone and that this small moment is not going to ruin my day that was amazing so far.
it’s been 3 months since Carrie died. and i was thinking today, it’s sort of… it’s comforting to know that she was happy with her life. she was writing, publishing a new book. she was doing tv. she was doing movies. she was doing star wars again. like, you could see she was in a good place. she stole the spotlight during the promotion for tfa and she was going to do it again for tlj. she “shocked” everyone by announcing she had an affair with harrison ford 40 years ago, and she wrote a book on it. she didn’t give a fuck. she did campaign against trump and she told people to go fuck themselves; she congratulated a pregnant interviewer on the sex; she told ellen degeneres she was open to dating an oxford professor; she showed an interviewer the middle finger after he said anyone would look good sitting beside jabba the hutt; she joked about how other people’s opinions on her appearance hurt 3 of her feelings even tho she was hurt by it; she wanted to move to the uk bc she didn’t want to live in the same country as trump; she threw a birthday party at a hotel in italy at 2am and the cops showed up at 5am to stop the party; she was strong, and she was honest, and she was brave.
it’s comforting to know what a thrill her life was, and that she still lived it intensely. but it’s also so fucking unfair exactly because of that. it was too soon.
louisa may alcott, w. h. auden, jane austen, james baldwin, charlotte brontë, lord byron, truman capote, willa cather, emily dickinson, e. m. forster, langston hughes, christopher isherwood, henry james, federico garcía lorca, christopher marlowe, herman melville, edna st. vincent millay, wilfred owen, marcel proust, mary renault, arthur rimbaud, siegfried sassoon, william shakespeare, gertrude stein, alfred lord tennyson, henry david thoreau, walt whitman, oscar wilde, tennessee williams, virginia woolf
what do all these beloved classic authors have in common? that’s right. none of them were straight. not a one. every single author on this list experienced same-gender romantic attraction during their lives. literary tradition is a hundred times more queer than what your high school english class would ever let you know