or just post opens

and with that open post – lemme just … got my internet back on ( was a happy camper ) and then all hell broke loose, weather wise, like … half the surrounding areas where I live are still in fear of even a drop of water falling from the sky, because severe flooding. and because i braved my mothers wrath to get this photo… imma show you what my view looked like this morning.

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A few days ago I decided it was in my best interest to take a huge break from people as well as eliminating the toxic ones from my life for good. I’ve unfollowed countless people on Tumblr & Instagram as well as blocking a hand full of phone numbers. In addition I will no longer be opening snapchats, just occasionally posting on my story just to let everyone know I’m not dead. Even just these few small changes have been a huge relief but Tumblr is a great source of inspiration for me though so I’ll probably be here forever.

Katara: It’s not magic. It’s waterbending, and it’s-
Sokka: Yeah, yeah, an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah. Look, I’m just saying that if I had weird powers, I’d keep my weirdness to myself. 

So I wanted to talk a little about Katara, because I think we often focus on her grief for her mother, and forget her relationship to her culture, and her experience of the Southern Water Tribe genocide (unlike the Air Nomads genocide, which was for the greater part over after four big terrifyingly effective simultaneous strikes, this one took place over a long length of time - more than 40 years? 50? - and it wasn’t total, but it definitely was one. genocide = the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group, fwiw)

(Kanna’s village - before and after)

All of the Southern water benders were exterminated or taken away to rot in prison (where they all died eventually except for Hama). Katara was born the only bender left in the whole South Pole. Then when she was eight years old, she survived a raid that was meant to kill her, but took her mother instead (she probably was too young to realize that, to her it must have been a question mark up until she met Yon Rha - gratuitous cruelty? Why her mother in particular? They took nothing else!).

So Katara from a young age had a double burden to bear: that of her mother, and the legacy of her bending (and she was shown as painfully aware of her situation and what it meant on both front). But here’s the thing: Katara could be a mother, she was naturally good at it, and her grandmother could teach her what she didn’t already knew. Her family and tribe demanded that of her, they needed her to be that for them (especially after her father and the rest of the men basically abandoned them). However, there was no one left to teach her how to waterbend - she had almost no hope of ever becoming a master without formal training, her brother thought it was silly and weird and let her know, her grandmother thought it was a waste of time. But she kept practicing, because she knew how important it was, to her and to her tribe, that she kept trying (as the only one left who could).

(…an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah…)

(Of course she would obsess over that waterbending scroll)

When she gets to the North Pole, she meets Pakku, and with him the opportunity of finally becoming a true master. But because she is a girl, he judges her unworthy. He judges her, the only remaining southern waterbender, unworthy of carrying on their culture. The Fire Nation didn’t care about the gender of their prisoners, men and women - they all fought side by side for their freedom in the South, and they were all taken away to the last one, and killed to the last one. In the South, the women had the choice to learn how to fight, or be defenseless. And privileged master Pakku couldn’t possible realize the extend of what he was denying her in that moment.

Katara had to prove herself, she had to earn her right to these teachings. And if she had been less good or less stubborn or not Kanna’s granddaughter - well the North would have refused their sister-tribe the power to use their common cultural heritage to fight back against the nation that destroyed them.

(It’s sexist and terrible.)

Meh, thankfully, she was that good, stubborn, and Kanna’s granddaughter, and she did get to become a master.


But, of course, her story doesn’t end here, and wrt her culture, the next chapter is a much more traumatizing experience. In the Fire Nation, she meets another master. This time it’s an old woman from the South like her (“You’re a waterbender! I’ve never met another waterbender from our tribe!”), and she is, ah, more than willing to help her.

Look how happy Katara looks at the idea to learn from her in particular:

Katara: I can’t tell you what it means to meet you. It’s an honor! You’re a hero.
Hama: I never thought I’d meet another southern waterbender. I‘d like to teach you what I know so that you can carry on the southern tradition when I’m gone.
Katara: Yes! Yes, of course! To learn about my heritage… it would mean everything to me.

But when Hama starts her lesson, the techniques she teaches have been obviously developed with one goal in mind: survival in enemy territory. They can’t possibly have been invented in the South Pole, where water is abundant everywhere. They are deadly and cruel, and the damage they do to the environment leaves Katara sad and uncomfortable, but Hama waves that off as unimportant. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have the time to worry about flowers or beauty or nature. To her that peace and beauty is probably just an illusion anyway, a lie: years after her escape she is still living the war, and war is ugly and rotten and messy (her world is ugly and rotten and messy - this is her comfort zone).

The last technique she teaches Katara is bloodbending. She forces Katara to learn something she finds disgusting, repulsive (just like Hama was forced to learn?) by torturing her (Hama was tortured), by overpowering her, invading her, making her lose control over her own body, bending her blood (Hama herself is clinging to the last remain of control she managed to get back after rotting in prison for years), and finally by threatening to have the two people she cares most about in the world kill each other right under her eyes (Hama lost everyone too, she had to say goodbye).

(Katara: But, to reach inside someone and control them? I don’t know if I want that kind of power.
Hama: The choice is not yours. The power exists…and it’s your duty to use the gifts you’ve been given to win this war. Katara, they tried to wipe us out, our entire culture… your mother!
Katara: I know.
Hama: Then you should understand what I’m talking about. We’re the last Waterbenders of the Southern Tribe. We have to fight these people whenever we can. Wherever they are, with any means necessary!
Katara: It’s you. You’re the one who’s making people disappear during the full moons.
Hama: They threw me in prison to rot, along with my brothers and sisters. They deserve the same. You must carry on my work.)

And this, this, is the only truly southern waterbending Katara is ever going to learn. This is her tribe’s bending heritage, what’s left of it: blood, grief, suffering, hatred, loss of control over both your body and mind (because it’s terrible, but I think that’s what’s implied by the show: bloodbending makes you lose your mind. Hama’s only mean of regaining physical freedom ended up trapping her in another nightmare). Hama gifts her with a power she despises (but will use anyway in her darkest hour when she loses control) and a philosophy of violence and revenge.

Katara chose peace and forgiveness. As an adult, she will have bloodbending outlawed, she will become the greatest healer in the world, and she’ll teach her daughter, the next avatar, probably many others. These choices matter, and we should talk about them with that background in mind. Katara redefined her heritage - or rather she created a new one for herself: she refused the condition that was forced upon her (bloodbender) and ensured nobody could legally do to someone else what Hama did to her (and it’s implied this law is valid anywhere in the world). She transmitted Pakku’s warrior teachings, the ones she fought for, to the next generations (and did a great job of it!), but she also taught them how to heal, refusing to separate the arts as in Northern Water Tribe tradition - and healing was something she discovered by herself, that she felt was always a part of her. At that, she became the universally acknowledged best. Her legacy, despite everything that happened to her, will never be one of violence.

tl;dr: Katara is one of the strongest fictional characters ever created bye


BlazBlue + Tumblr text posts, part 12

I’m wondering what I’ll do with my life once I run out of these to make

if ever

A young girl, Tsubaki Kuruoka, lays comatose in the Fuyuki Hospital; she had been that way for a very long time now, and the doctors see little hope in her recovery. She is trapped deep within her own dreamworld; a full-scale replica of the entire city, but lacking in any other lives aside her own. She is alone.

She begins to sob. The days of silence and loneliness had taken a toll on the poor child; she desired nothing more than to be reunited with her parents. To have friends. To be happy again. 

Be it through luck, magic potential, or the super-duper-mystical-magical powers of the Motherfucking Holy Grail, her cries for help were miraculously heard. A doppelganger of sorts was formed in the real world, mimicking every action Tsubaki made within the identical dream world; she was suddenly capable of seeing those who her double witnessed in the real world, and could at last speak to others and perhaps make the friends she so deeply desired to have. She was also provided with her very own death cloud of a servant; motherfuckingpalerider, not that she knew what it meant. For the first time in countless days, months, or years, she uttered her first words to those alive within the real world:

“G-Good Afternoon, I’m Tsubaki! Does anyone want to play with me?”

i dont know if someone already posted this around here, but I just opened the shazam app to a nice surprise :)


oh nice!!!!!!!! - amy


week roundup of food!
its fun to use up all yr leftovers and also make the most of what u have!! also the challenge was max 2 pots or pans per dinner but leftovers in pots don’t count also most of it is vegan bc lazy

1. udon w/ fried tofu & cuttlefish balls & bok choy. noodles r #1 lazy food
2. vege curry used up the rest of the bok choy in this. (!!!secret ingredients ketchup, vinegar and butter!!!)
3. kimchi fried rice made into lil pineapples lol
4. leftover kimchi rice put into ~burritos~ with vegan Meate
5. special spaghetti neapolitan w none of the ingredients of speghetti neapolitn the leftover beans went into this and a vegan hot dog

i just wantd to post this to say im quitting comics and opening a restaurant w my boyf in stockholm bye

bonus not pictured: omurice made with the kimchi rice huhuhue

anonymous asked:

So I guess grandpa vaderkin is all, no pit racing without your helmet, no light saber sparing without knee pads, no TRYING TO TAKE THE HIGH GROUND OVER A PIT OF LAVA.

ACTUALLY for years I have wanted a post-ROTJ Vader survives fic where one of the grandbabies starts a small fire and he like throws them out of a window to get them out of the house and has the world’s biggest meltdown, and Leia is like “calm down you big drama queen” but he doesn’t calm down it only get worse and Obi-Wan has to appear like “ok but you remember how he got into the suit, right?” and everyone present is like “Oh shit. Oh no. Oh shit. Oh no.” 

Just Stopping By || Dylas & Frey

It was before noon when Frey headed off towards the direction of the lake. She didn’t have her pole or fishing equipment with her as she needed to work later in the afternoon, but she still had the burning desire to actually learn how to fish properly. One day, one day for sure, she was going to have a bucket full of fish. The days where she had to settle with a measly tiny catch will be over… one day!

There was a fishing shop just close by the lake, so as soon as she arrives, she starts looking for that shop. It didn’t take long for her to spot, thankfully. She enters through the shop doors, a list of what to buy and look for in mind, when a familiar bandana caught her eyes. She blinks a few times before her confusion switches to a cheerier expression, “Good afternoon, Dylas. Didn’t know you work here ♫”





Charlotte’s new mic stand for the North American tour apparently came with a little remote control that makes it change colour, along with several speed settings. She really enjoys it.

(”Because you’re such a people-pleaser” “Because it’s terrible”)