If you haven’t been living in a hole for the last few days, you know that Netflix’s original series Black Mirror has mended gay lady hearts around the world with episode 4 - San Junipero. Lesbians. The 80′s. Happy endings. Don’t be the only gay who hasn’t seen it.
As always, if you enjoyed watching, a reblog and/or comment is always much appreciated. Go get your gay happy ending on.
Just tossing out a little heads up for Gen Urobuchi’s newest project - Godzilla: Monster Planet.
This anime will be making its premier in November 2017 in Japan, and will be available globally on Netflix soon after.
Gen Urobuchi is providing the screenplay and story concept for Godzilla’s debut in the anime format! As I am also a Godzilla and Kaiju fan, I am excited to see how he lends his work to the genre!
Here is a summary of the series’ plot:
The last summer of the 20th Century. That day, the human beings learn that they are not the only ruler of the planet Earth.
The appearance of the giant living creatures “Kaiju's” and the ultimate existence that destroys all monsters: Godzilla. Through the battle against kaiju’s that lasted for half a century, human beings has experienced continuous defeat, and finally plans to escape from the Earth. And in 2048, only those who were selected by the A.I. managed under the central government boarded the inter-sidereal emigrant spaceship “Aratrum” to head for “Tau Cetus e”, the planet beyond the distance of 11.9 light-year. However, the environmental condition differences between that of the Earth and Tau e, which they finally arrived after 20 years were far beyond the predicted numbers, and was not an environment considered to be habitable by human beings.
The young man on the emigrant ship: Haruo, who saw his parents killed by Godzilla in front of his eyes when he was 4 years old, had only one thing in his mind for 20 years: to return to the Earth and defeat Godzilla. Shut out from the possibility of emigration, as the living environment in the ship deteriorates, the group of “Earth Returnists” led by Haruo became the majority, and determines to head back to Earth through a dangerous long-distance hyperspace navigation. However, the Earth they have returned has already passed the time of 20,000 years, and has become an unknown world with the ecosystem reigned by Godzilla.
At the end, will human beings win back the Earth? And what will Haruo see beyond his fate?
It is also of note to Thunderbolt Fantasy fans that voice actor Junichi Suwabe has been cast in the Godzilla anime, though his character is not yet known. He provided the voice for Shang Bu Huan (Sho Fu Kan) in the Japanese language version of Thunderbolt Fantasy.
Also with Godzilla: Monster Planet wrapping up, this may mean Gen can get back into working on Thunderbolt Fantasy Season 2 soon!
You gripped onto Jackson tightly, as if he were your lifeline. Which, at this moment, there was no doubt that he was. You watched as the Realm below you fell into shambles. People protesting and crying in the street while others bum-rushed into homes, probably in search of you six—or five, depending on if they had Jaebum as well or not. Is this where you wanted to go? Or was the Demon Realm safer for you to live in? It didn’t matter what you thought, as you had no choice in deciding where you’d end up at the end of your ten days.
You shoved those thoughts aside and did your best to reach out to Jaebum. At some point, he had told you that you were one of the only people who can communicate back to him, or would be able to read his mind. He told you you were strong. You squeezed your eyes shut, not specifically knowing what you were looking to hear while you tried to contact Jaebum.
“(Y/N), Hold me tighter,” Jackson mumbled, “You’re slipping.”
You had felt yourself grip him tighter momentarily, until something in your mind clicked.
Let go now!
You didn’t have enough time to process who the voice was or why it was in your head, but figuring that you had nothing left to lose, you let go of Jackson, who quickly looked down at you with wide eyes as he felt you disconnect from his back.
Following on the success of their tennis satire 7 Days in Hell, Andy Samberg and Murray Miller’s next HBO mockumentary project will take on doping in the world of professional cycling.
Titled Tour de Pharmacy, the limited series will star Samberg (as one of the competing cyclists) as well as Hamilton‘s Daveed Diggs, who takes his final bow in the Broadway smash tonight. The cast also includes Last Man on Earth‘s Will Forte, as well as Julia Ormond, Phylicia Rashad, Dolph Lundgren, John Cena, Mike Tyson and Nathan Fielder.
Miller and Samberg will both executive produce (with Miller writing) alongside David Bernad. M Elizabeth Hughes will also produce. Jake Szymanski will direct and co-executive produce.
SWEET HOLY JESUS, NOW WE KNOW WHY. Oh my GOD, I’m so happy and proud I could burst.
Summary: You weren’t supposed to be here anymore, you were supposed to be long gone, but for some reason you had gained an extra ten days on this earth and you weren’t going to waste them.
Author’s Note: This series is based of the Voltage game Ten Days With My Devil. The prologue will follow almost the same patterns as the prologue in the game did, but with a few major changes, and after the prologue the story line will go off on its own. I hope you enjoy!
Once room service was called, all of the boys gathered in the small livingroom, as the kitchen wasn’t big enough for everyone. You sat on the couch, squished between Mark and Jaebum. Jackson, Jinyoung, and Youngjae sat on another couch across the small table from you, while Yugyeom and Bambam sat on the two opposite ends of the table.
You all ate in silence, the rooms air feeling thick after Jackson’s blow-up towards you. You looked up to see Yugyeom’s head lulling against his shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut every once in a while.
“Yugyeom,” you hummed, making everyone’s attention draw over to him, while he forced his eyes open, “You seem tired. Why don’t you go to bed?”
“I don’t want to go to bed,” Yugyeom murmured, “I don’t want to dream.”
“Why not?” Jaebum hummed, “You finally found your power, and it’s very useful. Why don’t you want to use it?”
“I’m afraid,” Yugyeom mumbled, rubbing his arm softly, “What if I see something really bad in my dream? What if I see someone getting hurt? And what if I can’t stop it like I was able to with (Y/N)?”
“Yugyeom, you don’t have to worry about that,” You murmured, “If you have a bad dream, just tell us all right away, okay? We’ll believe you and we’ll just, stay in the hotel room, or something.”
“But what if I don’t get up in time?” Yugyeom asked.
“I’m sure everything will be fine, Yugyeom,” Jaebum smiled reassuringly, “And besides, didn’t you say you don’t always dream? What if you don’t have a dream tonight? You look completely exhausted.”
“I don’t know what causes my dreams. But I wish there was some way I could stop dreams from happening on some nights.”
“Yugyeom, go to bed,” Mark hummed, “You can’t even eat, you’re so tired. We’ll put your food in the fridge for you to have it in the morning.”
“Alright,” Yugyeom said hesitantly, standing up slowly as he rubbed his eyes, “Goodnight, everyone.”
“Goodnight~” you all hummed in unison, before continuing to eat your food.
“Does anyone have any plans for tomorrow?” Jaebum asked softly, taking a sip of his drink while he looked around.
“(Y/N) and I are going to go by her parents house,” Mark said softly.
“Yah, already meeting the parents?” Bambam said teasingly, making Mark shoot him a death glare.
“Why isn’t Bambam going with her?” Jaebum asked, “He would be able to protect her better if anything happens.”
“I can protect her just fine,” Mark mumbled, looking at Youngjae, “Youngjae, you believe me, right?”
“Mark can protect her,” Youngjae mumbled, digging his fork into his food and stuffing his mouth so he wouldn’t have to say anything more.
“Well, how about we all go?” Jackson said softly.
“Well, actually,” You hummed, “My family usually goes to the park when we’re all together. I know we’re all going to be together tomorrow, because everyone wanted to be there when my sister had the baby. So everyone’s just staying at my parents house. If we go to the park, you guys could come.”
“Really?” Mark asked, looking at you softly, “Won’t your parents be overwhelmed with people? There are seven of us, plus one dog.”
“And this will definitely ensure (Y/N)’s safety, if we’re all there,” Bambam mumbled, “We can all keep a lookout for the Angels.”
“I’m sure if the Angels come around, they won’t take (Y/N) away from her family,” Mark mumbled, taking a sip of his drink.
“Why are you so sour about this, Mark?” Jackson mumbled, a soft smirk on his face, “You wanted some alone time with (Y/N)?”
“Shut up, Jackson,” Mark mumbled, causing Youngjae to laugh softly. You felt a soft blush rise on your cheeks as you smiled down at your plate.
“If you end up going to the park, just give us a call,” Jaebum chuckled, reaching behind you to pat Mark on the shoulder, “I’m sure most of us will be busy anyway.”
“Alright,” Mark murmured, standing up slowly with his plate, while grabbing Yugyeom’s as well, “I’m kind of tired too, so i’m going to head off to bed.”
“Yours and (Y/N)’s room is the first door on the right,” Jaebum said softly, looking at you while Mark stood, “And don’t make too much noise, please.”
“YAH!” Mark shouted, slamming his plate in the sink while opening the fridge to put Yugyeom’s there, “What do you mean by that?”
“I meant with the giggling, Mark,” Jaebum laughed, looking at you as your cheeks stained red, “What did you two think I meant? Dirty, dirty people.”
“Oh shut up,” you giggled, pushing Jaebum’s shoulder a bit as you swirled your fork around on your plate, “You made it sound dirty! Don’t blame it on Mark!”
“They’re defending each other,” Bambam cooed, leaning against Jackson, “How cute!”
“Shut up,” Mark murmured, wandering his way into the hallway, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight!” everyone shouted.
Soon after, everyone went up to bed, but you had decided to take a shower. Once you finally felt the stress from the day leave you as you felt the warm water trickle down your back, you heard a knock at the door.
“Occupied,” you hummed softly, turning down the water slightly to hear if the person outside was talking.
“It’s me,” Mark said against the door softly, “You didn’t bring any clothes in there with you, so I left some by the door.”
“Thank you~” you hummed, smiling softly to yourself as you heard him walk away from the door. Once you got out, you dried your hair a little bit and opened the door, quickly bringing in the clothes Mark left for you and sliding them on. You left the bathroom soon after, wandering into the room the boys claimed as yours and Marks.
“Thank you for bringing me clothes, it was very nice of you,” you smiled at Mark as you ran a brush through your hair, untangling all of the knots.
“I didn’t want you to have to run into the room with just a towel on to grab clothes,” Mark murmured, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as you went to sit down in the bed. Mark was already wrapped up in the sheets, but he sat up slowly.
“That would have been pretty embarrassing,” you giggled, smiling to him as he leaned over. “Ya, wha-“
“You smell nice,” Mark murmured, a soft smile on his face before he laid back down.
“Thanks?” you said questioningly, a smile spreading across your lips as you put the brush down and put your hair up.
“Is your hair going to make the pillows all wet?” Mark asked softly, “Why don’t you go blowdry it?”
“It takes too long,” you pouted softly, laying down while facing him, “And besides, it’s not like we’re going to share a pillow.”
“I guess not,” Mark mumbled, reaching over on his side to turn off the light, “Goodnight.”
“Ah, you don’t want to talk tonight?” you questioned, smiling at him through the darkness, “You tired from all of the walking around today?”
“Mhm,” Mark mumbled, shifting underneath the blankets slightly, his hand coming up and pressing itself against your waist, simultaneously pulling your closer.
“Mark,” you whispered, blushing softly as you looked up at him, “Wha-“
“Do you feel uncomfortable?” Mark pondered, looking down at you slightly.
“No…” you said softly, staring at his chest as he nodded, resting his chin on top of your head.
“Then go to sleep, yeah?”
“…Okay,” you said, a soft smile playing on your lips as you curled in closer to him, drifting to sleep.
The next morning, you both ate and left the house fairly early, Mark convincing both you and himself that you needed to leave the house before the boys followed you out and to your parents house.
“Mark, I told you we didn’t have to leave for my parents house this early,” you giggled, trailing behind him as he dragged you along by your hand, “I’m sure that they’re not awake yet.”
“I know,” Mark said softly, “But don’t you want to look nice for them?”
“What do you mean?” You asked softly, looking towards Mark, who was dressed in a nice pinkish sweater with light pants, “They don’t care what I look like.”
“But I look really good, and I don’t want to show you up,” Mark laughed, making you hit his arm as he dragged you into a store on the street.
“Well look at you, Mr.Flaming Ego,” you rolled your eyes, smiling at him as he gave you a light shove towards the racks.
“Just pick out something! Hurry!”
“Alright, give me time!” you giggled as you searched through the racks of clothes slowly. You found a couple of good options, taking them all to the dressing room and trying them on.
“Mark, do you not remember that I don’t have mo-“
“Just shut up and let me see what you have on,” Mark groaned outside of the dressing room, waiting for you to come outside as he checked his watche. You exited the dressing room in a light pinkish summer dress with sandals.
“Tada! Now we match,” you giggled, “But I have a blue one in the dressing room that I think I li-“
“That one looks nice on you,” Mark mumbled, a slight blush rising on his cheeks, “Come on, let’s go.”
“Yah, Mark, you didn’t see the others!” You said softly, walking to Mark who had already started walking towards the front of the store.
“How much is, uh,” Mark stuttered to the cashier, gesturing towards your whole outfit, “This? I guess?”
“I’ll ring that up for you,” The man said with a smile on his face, looking at you,” You should probably go grab your other clothes from the dressing room. I’ll grab you a bag to put them in.”
“Mark, you don’t have t-“
“Shush and go get your clothes,” Mark smiled at you, shooing you away slightly as he dug into his pocket, pulling out his wallet, “You want to look nice for your family, don’t you?”
Smiling back softly, you nodded and went to the dressing room, grabbing the clothes you were wearing and taking the bag from the cashier to put them in. Smiling up at Mark, you hugged his arm, “Thank you~”
“You should give your boyfriend more than just a hug,” The cashier chuckled at you, “That dress was expensive.”
“It’s fine,” Mark chuckled as he patted your head, “Come on, let’s go.”
Dragging you out of the store, Mark smiled at you, “You do look really nice, (Y/N).”
“Thank you,” You smiled, a soft blush rising on your cheeks. You noticed that your arm was still wrapped around his, but you thought he didn’t notice, so you decided just to leave it there until you two arrived to your parents house, the blush never leaving your cheeks as you felt his body heat radiate off of him and on to you.
“Okay,” you hummed, knocking on the door softly, “I don’t have my key anymore so I guess we’ll just have to knock. If you feel overwhelmed, tell me okay?”
Before Mark could answer, the front door flew open.
“(Y/N)!” Your mom cried out, hugging you tightly into her chest as you giggled, “We’ve missed you! You haven’t called or contacted anyone!”
“My phone broke, I’m sorry~” you giggled, leaning up to give her a kiss on the cheek. Your mom smiled widely at you, holding you at arms length before her eyes wandered to over to Mark.
“And who’s this handsome boy?”
“Hi, Mrs.(Y/L/N),” Mark said, extending his hand out to her, “I’m Mark.”
“Ah, Mark!” Your mom smiled, ignoring his hand and leaning up to give him a hug, “We don’t shake hands in this family! We’re a very loving and hugging type family! It’s nice to meet you, it’s the first time (Y/N) has ever brought a boy around~”
“Mom,” you groaned softly, making Mark giggle as he patted your head softly.
“Well? Come on in! We were about to walk over to the park, so why don’t you two join us?”
After Mark got acquainted with your family, you all decided to head over to the park.
“Should I call the boys?” Mark pondered as you two walked on the sidewalk next to each other, shoulders touching with each step.
“I mean, if you w-“
“Auntie!” Your niece giggled softly as she ran between you and Mark, grabbing onto your hand tightly, “My baby brother is almost here!”
“He is!” You gasped, picking her up slowly and placing her against your hip, “Are you excited?”
“Mhm!” She nodded, leaning her head in your neck, looking at Mark slightly.
“Ah, you haven’t met Mark yet, have you darling?” you mumbled, wiping her hair from her face as Mark smiled at her.
“Mark, this is Wendy. Wendy, meet Mark!”
“Hi, Wendy,” Mark murmured, rubbing her arm softly as she waved to him.
“Hi,” she mumbled softly, curling her head further into your neck as you giggled.
“Don’t be shy!” you smiled, tickling at her sides, making her giggle softly, “Come on! When we get to the park, do you want to go on the swings together?”
“I love the swings!” Wendy smiled, slowly sinking out of your arms to run to your sister, “Come on mommy! Lets go to the park quicker!”
“She’s cute,” Mark smiled at Wendy, “She has your nose.”
“All of the girls in our family have the same nose, oddly enough,” you hummed, sliding your hands over your shoulders, “She’s the sweetest thing. She loves to play.”
“I can’t wait to play with her,” Mark hummed as he smiled at you.
Once you all arrived at the park, that’s exactly what you did; you chased Wendy, along with the small group of your cousins who were there, around the park with Mark; playing freeze tag, letting all of your family dogs run wild on the grass barking and licking everyone. Wendy soon enough became attached to Mark once she came over her shyness, holding onto his leg and taking his hand to drag him over to the playground to play with her, making you smile as you saw Marks smile widen each time he was near her.
You two had found some alone time while the kids roamed around with the dogs. You found yourself on a swing, being pushed by Mark, who stood with a smile on his face.
“Your family is so awesome,” Mark mumbled, “do you guys always come to the park?”
“Always have,” you nodded, “I have some of my best, and worst memories here. On this swing set, actually,” You chuckled, Mark coming around to sit on the swing next to you, “I have some childhood memories here. My first fight with a friend, my first heart break..”
“Really?” Mark hummed, leaning his face against the cold chains of the swing, “That’s really interesting. All on here?”
“Yep,” you nodded, a small smile on your face as you kicked up some of the rocks that laid beneath your feet.
“Mark!” Your niece yelled, running over to you two, “Can you push me on the swings?”
“Sure!” Mark said excitedly, getting off his swing and helping her on as you smiled at them.
“(Y/N), dear,” your mom called you over to the small area of picnic blankets your family had set out. Getting up and roaming over to her, you sat on the blankets and smiled, “Have we met Mark before?”
“No,” you shook your head, sitting down on one of the blankets that was set down,“Why?”
“A lot of us remember you talking about a boy named Mark,” your sister commented, rubbing her tummy softly, “Ever since you were little. Maybe it wasn’t Mark, but his name started with an ‘M’.”
“No, i’m positive it was Mark,” your mom commented, “She’d always come around, ‘Mark and I played on the swings today. We like the swings.’ Or, ‘Mark and I played in a garden, he picked this flower for me, isn’t it pretty?’”
“Mark?” you giggled, flattening out your dress as you watched him run on the grass, being chased by all of the dogs and the children, “I’m sure you haven’t met him.”
“Well, regardless, he’s a wonderful boy,” your mom smiled at you, “What a good pick for a boyfriend, (Y/N).”
“A-Actually,” you stuttered, a bright blush rising on your cheeks, “He’s no-“
“Ah!” Mark chuckled as he crash landed into you, making you giggle as you felt a literal dog pile grow on top of you, all of your families dogs surrounding you and licking your face while all of the kids climbed onto Marks back, “You got me!”
“Gotcha gotcha!” Your niece teased, poking Marks face as she slowly got off of him, the rest of the kids following.
“Okay kids, it’s time for dinner,” Your aunt hummed, the kids all roaming to a small blanket to eat as Mark slowly lifted himself off of you.
“Are you okay?” he chuckled, a wide smile on his face as he smoothed your hair back, “Didn’t mean to crash-land into you.”
“I’m fine,” you reassured him, shooting him as smile as you looked up at your mom, who had been smiling down at you and Mark the whole time.
“Mark, are you hungry? Growing boys like you must eat~”
“A little,” Mark nodded, eyes wandering over to you, “(Y/N), have you eaten yet? Why don’t you get food first?”
“Okay,” you nodded, reaching over into the small picnic basket in search of food your mom made.
Your mind raced. You couldn’t help but wonder how your family already knew Mark. And then, it hit you. You remembered something Youngjae said to you.
‘But even then, your Angel kind of argued to stay with you, even though they weren’t usually a confrontational type. They grew attached to you really quickly, because when they started to watch over you, they had no one really, besides a couple of people, and though you couldn’t see them or you didn’t notice, your Guardian Angel always played with you and always made sure you smiled. ‘
You had realized that Mark, after that, had started dropping little hints as well.
‘..but I was always over-protective of her. I didn’t want anyone else to touch her. If I was with her, I bet I’d still be like that, but it would probably annoy her because she probably would want a boyfriend’
You looked over at Mark, who had been eating his sandwich while talking to your mom. You felt a chill roll up your spine as you quickly looked away.
Could he have been your Guardian Angel?
“Yah, Mark,” You said softly, looking at the sky, “Won’t the boys get worried if we aren’t back soon?”
“Actually, come to think of it,” Mark hummed, “They might be. Did you leave anything at your house?”
“I did,” you nodded, standing up slowly, “Mom, we have to go. Tell everyone we said goodbye, okay?”
“Okay dear, it was good seeing you,” Your mom kissing your cheek softly as she smiled, “It was nice meeting you, Mark.”
“It was nice meeting you too, Mrs.(Y/L/N),” Mark smiled as you took his hand, quickly pulling him away and running down the block towards your house.
Entering the house, you pulled Mark towards the direction of your room.
“(Y/N), where are we going?” Mark asked softly, cheeks flushed from running outside in the nice cold breeze.
“Here,” you sighed, pushing the door open in your room and turning on the light. Mark looked at the room, smiling around at the pictures you had on the wall. He wandered over to a corner, one where you kept pictures of you and your old best friend, Courtney, who always made you so upset, but you kept up the pictures anyway. Mark grimaced before looking away.
‘She had no other friends, really. Only a girl in school who used to tease her a lot. They weren’t real friends, but she was the only one that she had. I always hated that girl. I would hold the girl I protected, she’d cry into me and I’d have to pat her back and rock her until she calmed down. I always made sure she felt safe with me.’
You got down to your knees and pulled out a small box from underneath your bed. Inside of it was small gifts, small souvenirs that you always kept.
“Mark,” you said softly, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes as he turned around, “Please, be honest with me.”
“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Mark whispered, walking over to you quickly while pressing his hands on your cheeks, “Is everything alright?”
“Look at this,” you mumbled, pulling out a long strand of pink ribbon that had once been tied into a bow.
“Can you push me higher?” You asked softly, swinging your feet as your imaginary friend stood behind you.
“No! I’m trying!” He called, making you giggle as you looked up at the pretty and puffy white clouds. Suddenly, you felt something tug on your hair, making you yelp.
“(Y/N)!” He said, stopping the swing immediately, “Is everything alright?”
“Something pulled on my hair,” you murmured, placing your hand on top of your head to feel something was missing. Looking around frantically, you saw your pretty pink ribbon, hanging from the top of the swing set.
“Mark!” You whimpered, “My ribbon, my ribbon! Get it for me please, you’re taller!”
“I got it!” Mark said quickly, standing up on one of the swings and standing on his tippy toes, trying to reach the ribbon that had gotten torn off of your head. Suddenly, you saw him levitate off of the swing set, reaching up to grab the ribbon as he quickly came back down.
“You flew Mark!” You giggled as he handed you back the ribbon with a smile on his face, “I wanna fly too!”
“Maybe I can take you flying one day!”
“That bow…” Mark said softly, taking it into his hands as you looked through the box yet again.
“What about this,” you mumbled, taking out a heart-shaped rock that you had kept over the years.
“I can’t believe he didn’t really like me,” You mumbled, sitting in the rocks that the swing set sat on top of, Mark sitting across from you as he leaned his back against the poles of the swing set.
“He was a jerk, anyway,” Mark mumbled, “He didn’t deserve you. Not one bit.”
“But I really, really liked him, Mark,” you whimpered, holding your head in your hands as you felt tears threaten your eyes, “I feel like, my hearts broken. Maybe I don’t have one anymore.”
“Don’t say that,” Mark soothed, sliding over to be next to you as he pulled you into his chest. Looking at the ground, Mark smiled.
“Hey, look at this,” he said, picking up a rock that laid right by your feet, which was in the shape of a heart.
“Here. That asshole may have broken your heart,” Mark mumbled, reaching into your pocket to grab your house keys, “But now, you can have mine.”
With your house key, he scratched into the rock, ‘Mark~(Y/N)’.
“You’re so sappy, I hate you,” you mumbled with tears still flowing down your cheeks, but a soft smile resting on your lips. Pressing his palms to your cheeks, he wiped your tears away with his thumbs.
“You shouldn’t cry. You’re too pretty to cry, so stop crying.”
“Did I really use the same lines as I did back then?” Mark mumbled, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he gripped the rock tightly in his hands, watching you as tears yet again went down your cheeks. “I mean it. You’re too pretty to cry.”
“So you remember?” You asked softly, putting the box down while wiping your eyes frantically.
“I knew, (Y/N),” Mark smiled softly. “I never forgot you. You may have had your memory erased, but I never did. I wanted to see if you’d remember.”
“You knew?” you said softly, walking over to him and poking his chest, “You knew, and you didn’t tell me?”
“I wanted to see if you remembered!” he defended, a playful smile on his face as he held his hands up in defense, walking backwards as you continuously shoved him in the chest. “And you did! Usually it takes a lot of strength to remember memories after your memory has been erased once!”
“You should have told me!” you shrieked, pressing your palms against your eyes as you groaned, “You’re such a jerk.”
“I know,” Mark hummed in agreement, arms circling around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, resting your head on his chest.
“There’s something that you promised me, though. I hope you still have that souvenir I gave you,” Mark mumbled, reaching back behind you to grab your box of memories. Sliding it around a bit, he plucked a small plastic bottle cap that had an ‘M’ on it out of the mixture of pictures.
“You have to go?” You whimpered, holding onto Marks waist as you nuzzled your face into his chest, “What do you mean you have to go?”
“I… I Can’t be around any longer, (Y/N),” Mark said lowly, looking into the sky as he searched for the right words to say.
Mark had flown you up on the roof-top of your house and set up a small picnic as a type of first date, because hours before hand, your first date stood you up after promising to meet you for lunch after school was out. You sat in the pizza parlor for hours, but he never showed. Mark, after seeing you sit there, ordered pizzas and bought sodas for you both, and confessed his feelings on the roof.“I…I’ve already over-stayed my welcome. My mom… She wants me back.”
“But, but you’re my Angel. You’re my only friend. You can’t leave me, Mark Tuan. Please don’t leave.”
“(Y/N),” Mark said, his lip trembling slightly as cupped your cheeks in his hands, “I have to. I really have to go. I don’t want to,” he sighed, hanging his head down low, “i’m going to miss you so much. I really am.”
“But, you love me right? You told me you loved me,” You murmured, “If you loved me, you’d stay.”
“I can’t stay,” Mark sighed, “But I do love you. One day I promise, I swear, I’ll find my way back to you. I’ll do it.”
Looking around, Mark grabbed an empty soda bottle he had drank before. Popping off the cap and reaching over into your school bag, he pulled out a sharpie and wrote his initial on it.
“I’m going to give you this,” Mark mumbled, placing the soda cap in your hand. “But you have to promise me some things, okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded, looking at the soda cap as you sniffled. Mark poked your cheek, making your eyes wander to him as he curled his hand around yours tightly.
“I know you’re going to forget about me.”
“I could ne-“
“Yes, you are. It’s a fact,” Mark sighed. “You’re going to forget my name, my face, and everything about me. But you won’t forget some of the memories we’ve made over the years.”
Hearing him say that broke your heart, causing tears to flow down your cheeks yet again. Mark wiped your tears with the sleeve of his shirt, pressing his forehead to yours as he mumbled, “You have to promise me that if for some reason, you fall in love with someone else, you will love them with all of your heart. Do that for me, okay?”
“Just promise, (Y/N).”
Nodding hesitantly, you murmured, “I promise.”
“Now, it’s going to be hard. It’s going to take me a long, long time, (Y/N), but I will find you. If I find you, and you are not dating anyone, you’re going to promise me right now that you’ll be my girlfriend. Because if I somehow manage to break every single rule in the Angel Realm, I’m not playing around and I want to be with you. So promise me that. That if I find you and you remember, when I ask you to be my girlfriend, you won’t say no.”
You smiled slightly at Mark, leaning closer to kiss his knuckles.
(If you’re having trouble viewing the video it should work on the actual page?)
You: This letter left in my shoe cupboard… You: “Please come to the hill behind the old school building”… Who on earth could it be from? You: This hand-writing, could it possibly be… You: ……Karma-kun! Karma: Good work. You came. Karma: Today is White Day right? Last month I received a gift from you so I’ll return the favour. Karma: Here… This, I’ll give it to you, try drinking it You: ….!! Karma: Ahaha! Surprised? That, is my boiled series of new work “My braised pork belly”. (?? tbh im not sure this bit is right, I have no idea what Karma just gave us lol. Some sort of Karma creation anyway) Karma: Hehe… that face, is absolutely the cutest. Karma: Really, you have the best reactions~ I love it♡ Karma: Ah, that’s right. If you’re free next sunday go out with me. I’ll treat you to things even more delicious than this ♬
Another year, another mega-comic! My annual saga for 2016/17 is ‘The Story of Sauron,’ an epic which tells the history of Middle Earth from the point of view of its greatest foe. I will be posting periodic updates on Tumblr; I change the panels on my chalkboard every two or so days. For those of you who enjoyed last year’s ‘The Marvelous Misadventures of Sauron and Melkor’ this ought to be a more chronologically accurate and heartwrenchingly painful version of the story, encompassing far more than just Mairon’s time with Melkor. Rather, it is his absence which comes to define Sauron’s journey, to its bitter end.
I hope you like it!
This is the short prologue. The other chapters have about 15 panels each.
Summary: You weren’t supposed to be here anymore, you were supposed to be long gone, but for some reason you had gained an extra ten days on this earth and you weren’t going to waste them.
Author’s Note: This series is based of the Voltage game Ten Days With My Devil. The prologue will follow almost the same patterns as the prologue in the game did, but with a few major changes, and after the prologue the story line will go off on its own. I hope you enjoy!
The last thing you recall is falling asleep on the couch, by yourself, gripping a pillow and curling around it to try and get a bit warmer than you were. But when you woke, and you felt something warm squishing you against the couch, you knew you weren’t alone.
Keeping your eyes closed, you heard people enter the room; deciding it was best for you and whatever was against you to pretend to stay asleep.
“Wow,” you heard Jackson chuckle, a hand coming down against the couch you were currently sleeping on, “How did this happen?”
“I told him not to,” Jaebum sighed, the sound of keys being thrown on a glass table being heard from where you were laying, “told him to be careful around her. And now they’re all buddy buddy on my couch.”
“I have the right mind to flip the couch over,” Jackson retorted, two hands now gripping the couch you were on, “maybe knock both of them into their senses.”
“isn’t this similar to what got him kicked from the angel realm in the first place?” You heard Jinyoung state.
Angel realm? you thought to yourself, in hopes that Jaebum didn’t hear, what does he mean?
You pondered to yourself how you could even end up in the situation you were in currently; from what you remember, Mark fell asleep on a couch separate from you, as did Yugyeom. How did one of them end up on your couch?
“I don’t think he would do anything stupid like that again and risk getting in trouble with his dad,” Jackson chuckled.
Pretending to stir, you turned your body away from what seemed to be the back of the couch, your cheek landing on something soft and warm. Feeling movement from that side, you felt something soft tangle at your feet, along with soft breath fan against your forehead. You had no idea how close you were to the mystery mans face, until this very moment, and it made your cheeks start to flush a soft pink.
“Someone wake them up,” Jackson groaned, “please?”
“Ah, but you had similar thoughts the other night, didn’t you?” Jaebum chuckled, “Let them figure it out themselves. I’m sure when Mark wakes up he’ll shoot up off the couch and act like nothing ever happened like he usually does.”
I know you’re up, you heard Jaebum’s voice say, why aren’t you moving? Are you snooping in on our conversation?
Marks squishing me against the couch, Jaebum, you thought, I literally have no wiggle room to get up.
Hearing a soft chuckle, you heard Jaebum say, “Alright boys. They’ll wake up from their nap soon enough. Let’s leave them be.”
Hearing pitter patter go up the stairs, you assumed that you had been left alone. Slowly opening your eyes, you came face to face with the soft fabric of Marks shirt. He was incredibly warm, there was no doubt about it, and he was warm enough to make you forget about the fact that these demons seem to keep the house so cold you could practically see your breath. Looking up slightly, you saw two eyes staring back at you. Startled, you pushed back slightly, your arms reaching out; causing Mark to fall off the couch.
“Ouch,” you heard him say, slowly sitting up as you followed his actions, sitting up yourself.
“I’m so sorry!” you gasped, reaching a hand over to pull him up. Shaking his head, he stood up by himself, his hands resting on his back.
“What was that for?” Mark asked, now stretching out his arms.
“Why were you on my couch??” You asked, going to hold a pillow to your chest as your cheeks flushed.
“I was trying to give you a blanket,” Mark said, pointing to what seemed to be a ruffled up blanket at the end of the couch, “but you grabbed me instead. You looked warm and comfy so I just stayed there, I guess.”
“You could have pulled away,” you murmured, looking up at him to see his cheeks also slightly tinted red.
“Sure,” Mark said, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to stretch out his back, “But I fell asleep too. Can’t do that when I was asleep, now can I ?” Mark chuckled softly, rubbing his arms as he walked into the kitchen. Looking over to the couch next to you, you see Yugyeom, peacefully snoozing with his back still turned to you. You sighed, a bit happy that your original plan worked and that Yugyeom was now asleep, but slightly embarrassed that you were found being hugged tightly against Marks chest. You sat in silence for a while, Mark still in the kitchen while Yugyeom still fast asleep on the couch. You sighed and watched the TV on low, in hopes that you didn’t wake up Yugyeom, who had finally found his way into a peaceful sleep.
The quietness didn’t last long, though; soon, Bambam came rushing in through the front door, slamming the door behind him as a soft pant left his mouth. “Guys!”
Turning around, he began to lock the door, pushing the small table over it “Guys!”
“What is it?” Mark called from the kitchen, Jackson and Jinyoung slowly coming down the stairs with concerned looks on their faces.
“Do the angels know we have (Y/N)? They’ve been chasing me down for blocks.” Bambam panted out softly.
“Woah woah woah,” Jackson rushed over, Jinyoung following suit, “What do you mean, the Angels have been following you?”
“I mean,” Bambam said, “The angels have been following me. I was out at a store and I smelled them. At first I thought Mark-Hyung followed me out, but then I saw, oh god, what was his name again? Blonde hair?”
“Seokjin,” Mark said softly, running his hands through his hair, “but they can’t know that we have (Y/N). How could they know unless someone told them?”
“What is all of this?” Jaebum said softly, standing at the top of the stairs, “Angels? I don’t smell them.”
“Well, they’re coming,” Bambam said, walking over to you and gripping your arm, “They were only a few steps behind me. We’ve got to hide her.”
“Where?” Mark said, slight concern in his voice as he looked up at Jaebum.
“Where’s Youngjae?” Jaebum asked, quickly rushing down the stairs, “I thought he was with you guys at the house.”
“We fell asleep, so we have no idea where he went. Probably to more of those training classes.” Mark said, eyes glued to Bambam, “How do you kn-“
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Startled, you look at Jaebum with wide eyes. Bambam groaned softly, marching up the stairs with your arm still in his hand, forcibly dragging you with him.
“You cause too much trouble,” he whispered under his breath as he made a b-line for a door close to yours, “too much.”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered back, watching as he pushed the door open to reveal a small room; filled with clothes littering the floor, as well as empty pizza boxes.
“Sit on my bed,” he demanded, “and wait in here.”
Nodding softly, you followed the only clear path you could find to sit on his bed, crossing your legs on top of it. Bambam closed his door, the voices downstairs more distant with the door shut now.
Crawling to the head of Bambam’s bed, you pressed your ear against the wall. Slowing your breathing down, you attempted to hear what was happening.
“What a nice surprise,” Jaebum hummed, “and what do we owe this pleasure, Seokjin?”
“Ah,” you heard a mans voice say, one you didn’t recognize, “We came here to pester you about Mark, of course.”
“Listen,” you heard Mark say, “I already decided. I’m staying here.”
“But your mother misses you, Mark. And so do we. We need an extra hand and since you,” you heard the man pause, “left, with the other one, it hasn’t been the same. Speaking of which… where is Youngjae? I smell him somewhere.”
Looking down, you realized you were still in Youngjae’s clothes. Unsure of what to do, you quickly rip off the sweater he had given you, leaving yourself in a shirt and sweatpants.
“Upstairs sleeping,” Jaebum said, “he’s been feeling under the weather lately.”
“Aw, and we wouldn’t want any demons getting sick would we?” the man said in a sarcastic tone.
“Listen, Mark says he’s made up his mind. Can’t you leave him alone for a day or two?” Jaebum asked.
“He doesn’t belong with you,” the other man hissed, “he’s meant to be an angel. Youngjae just took him away from us when he shouldn’t have gone.”
“Well I’m here now, so please leave.” you heard Mark say softly, “I’ve made my decision.” After a light pause, the other man sighed.
“Alright, But we’ll be back,” you heard him say, “Once we find exactly what’s keeping you here, we’re going to destroy it and take you back.”
Hearing the door close moments later, you sighed, Could angels really be that mean?
Yes, Jaebum said, angels can really be that mean. It’s safe to come down now.
Slowly getting off of the bed, you opened the door.
“What do they mean, ‘take you back?’” You asked, all eyes drawing to you as you shut the door behind yourself and made your way down the stairs.
“I told you we shouldn’t have kept her,” Jackson growled, “now we have Angels on our tail.”
“They didn’t mention her, did they?” Mark said softly, “they were only here about me. Don’t bring (Y/N) into this.”
“Why were they here about you?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest and rubbing them softly, slightly regretful that you took Youngjae’s sweater off.
“It’s nothing,” Mark sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, “Really.”
“It doesn’t se-“
“Well, it is.” Mark snapped, “It’s nothing, So just leave it alone.”
Looking at him with wide eyes, you nodded softly.
“Nice, making Mark mad is hard to do. Real nice, (Y/N),” Jackson chuckled.
“I’m not— i’m not mad, okay? Just frustrated, is all. It’s not her fault.” Mark sighed softly, looking at you, “Sorry for snapping at you. I shouldn’t have.”
“That’s fine, I shouldn’t have pushed you,” you admitted, looking around, “But anyway, where’s Youngjae?”
“I was just thinking that,” Jinyoung said, “I haven’t seen him. Someone wake Yugyeom up, okay? We’re going to search for Youngjae.”
“Don’t wake him up,” Mark argued, “He just fell asleep. We can go without him.”
“Then (Y/N) should stay and tell him what’s up when he wakes up,” Jackson said, slipping his coat on as he walked into the kitchen, “Jaebum, your keys are in here.”
“Bring them out,” Jaebum said, rolling up his sleeves, “I agree with Jackson, (Y/N) should stay here. We don’t need a big search party for Youngjae.”
“You already have five boys, it looks like a search party. What difference is one girl going to make?”
“Just, stay here, okay?” Bambam groaned, “Let’s just go.”
All of the boys nodded softly, getting on their shoes before waving to you before exiting the front door, leaving you with a sleeping Yugyeom.
You repeated what you did the last time you were put into this situation; watching the TV on low, in hopes to not wake the sleeping boy. But your plan didn’t seem to work, as about a half an hour after the boys left, Yugyeom shot up.
“Where’s (Y/N)?” He shouted, whipping his head around to see you sitting on the couch.
“I’m right here…?” you said softly, turning off the TV, “is everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Yugyeom calmed down slightly, holding his hand over his chest, “just a bad dream. You were being cornered by angels in some sort of store. But— Where are the others? Did they go up to bed and leave me here?”
“We can’t find Youngjae,” you said softly, “so they went on a search.”
“He’s probably in the back garden,” Yugyeom said, standing up slowly, “that’s where he always goes. Do they not know to check there by now?”
“I guess not?” you questioned, standing up and following Yugyeom into the kitchen, through the back door, and into the backyard.
There, in the back yard, lied an entrance to what seemed like a maze; along with tables and chairs set up as if they were there for a party.
“Wow, it’s so beautiful back here!” you hummed, smiling as you went over to smell flowers that lay beside the house.
“Yeah,. Everything was dead, but it seems Jinyoung-Hyung has a green thumb,” Yugyeom chuckled, stopping and turning around with wide eyes as he said that, “But don’t tell him I told you. It’s his secret,” Yugyeom said, pressing a finger over his lips as you walked over to meet him at the entrance of the maze.
“It seems like this house is full of secrets,” You chimed in, following Yugyeom as he weaved his way through the maze.
“Oh, you have no idea,” Yugyeom chuckled, stopping quick in the maze, making you walk hard into his back. “Wrong way.”
“Ouch,” you groaned, watching as he turned another corner, following him not so close behind, “you could have told me!”
“I didn’t know!” He chuckled softly, taking your hand and pulling you quickly to the middle where a beautiful garden laid, Youngjae and Coco sitting and playing right to the right of it.
“Hyung, why didn’t you tell anyone you were out here? They’re all on a search for you,” Yugyeom called out, capturing Youngjae’s attentions as he sighed.
“I didn’t mean to make people worry for me,” Youngjae said quietly, picking up Coco as he looked at Yugyeom, “Can you call them for me?”
“Yeah,” Yugyeom said, “But, is everything okay? Did something happen?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Youngjae nodded at both of you, petting Coco’s fur softly, “Everything’s fine. I just felt a little down is all, that’s why i came out here. i didn’t mean to worry anyone if I did.”
You couldn’t deny that Youngjae did look sad; he’s usually very smiley and energetic, but he seemed so quiet and tired-looking, like he hasn’t gotten any sleep in the last few days.
“That’s fine,” Yugyeom smiled at him reassuringly, “Now come inside, okay?”
Nodding, Youngjae followed as you both went inside, Yugyeom calling the other boys to let them know of Youngjae’s whereabouts.
Soon all of the boys came home, the day slowly coming to a close as you all sat around the table to eat dinner.
“So, how was your first day of your final days?” Bamabm hummed, taking noodles from out of the pot in front of you all as he looked at you.
“She was getting cozy with Mark-Hyung on the couch,” Jackson chuckled, earning a soft smack on the head from Mark, “Shut up, Jackson.”
“It’s true,” he murmured, putting a slice of meat into his mouth.
“I slept away most of it,” you admitted, sighing, “but tomorrow I need to go out and get something I ord-“
You stopped yourself, looking at Jaebum from across the table, “my order isn’t there anymore, is it.”
Shaking his head softly, Jaebum let out a faint “sorry” as you shrugged, playing with the food on your plate.
“Was it like, an exclusive item?” Jinyoung asked.
“Not really but, it’s very important to my sister. It’s a glass figurine, she collects them. They have a line of family members, and it’s custom for you to get one for each family member, of course. My sister is the first woman in four generations to have a boy, and there was a certain baby boy figurine the she wanted that I finally managed to find online. It’s wearing small blue sash and it says ‘first’ on it. She really wanted it, but she said she’d settle for a regular boy figurine if we couldn’t find it.”
The boys nodded as they sighed, letting out faint “sorry’s” as well around the table as you shrugged it off.
“It’s fine. I’ll get her the normal one. It’s no big deal.” you said softly, taking the last bite from your plate before standing, “i’m going to wash the plate and head to bed. Goodnight, boys,” you waved, all of them saying goodnight after you as you quickly made your way into the kitchen, and then up the stairs into your room.
BACKGROUNDS MAIN PACK #01B - EPHEDIA’S CASTLE and THRONE ROOM (Dark)
Here is the “Dark Crystal” version of both the castle and the Throne Room.
When Gramorr took the throne and tried to seize the crown, he was also trapped in castle by a powerful spell and the oracle gems were sent on earth, as told in the first episode of the series. The crown locked herselve in the crystal
Now, the castle is filled with Gramorr’s minions, and black crystal covers the walls a little more days after days. Only the magic crystal at the top of the castle remains pure, and send its power to the princesses when they cast the spell “Crystal Luxtra”… but how long will it last before being turned into black crystal too ?
Outside the castle, the shield surrounding the castle limits Gramorr’s influence, but does not cancel it ! He’s the only one locked in : his army of minions is not.
That’s why he’s still feared despite being locked in !
Will this place regain one day its former glory ? Follow the show to find that out !
Designs by Christophe Oliver, Benoit Maillochon and Vincent Rueda. Color by Sylvain Fabre, Céline Lorthiois and Damien Hausson.
I finished The Long Utopia by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter a few days ago. It’s the fourth novel in a five-part series, built around the premise of an infinite chain of alternative universes between which humans can “step”. The parallel Earth are referred to as the Long Earth, and that’s also the title of the first book in the series.
I haven’t liked the Long Earth series anywhere near as much as Terry Pratchett’s other work. Last year when I read my first Stephen Baxter book, I discovered why: Stephen Baxter’s style doesn’t resonate with me at all, and a lot of it is reflected in the Long Earth books. Pratchett’s own work tends to be more humorous and more focused on characters and their humanity, whereas Baxter’s style is more scientific and detached, describing things on a larger scale.
However, The Long Utopia did hold my interest better than the previous two books in the series; I got more emotionally invested than I have since the first book. The ending really hit me hard, too. I won’t tell you what it is, cause you know, spoilers, but I’ll just say it’s the reason I chose to talk about this book for this particular prompt.
Anyway, I’m excited to read the final part of the series now.
Have you ever read something by multiple authors? Have you noticed a difference in comparison to the authors’ respective styles?
From the South Pole Iceberg to the Republic City Portal: Part Thirty Three
ATLA Book Two: Earth
Chapter Fifteen: Tales of Ba Sing Se
which Iroh’s tale makes everyone cry. A lot.
Once again, Book Two: Earth brings us a
high point of the show in the form of “The Tales of Ba Sing Se”. It is, of
course, most notable for its unique structure, being presented as a series of
vignettes that do little to advance the main plot of the series, instead
showing a series of uneventful days the main cast spend in Ba Sing Se. The
uneventful nature of the story is important because it helps build a sense of
the time the cast spend in Ba Sing Se, for the first time in the series being
properly rooted in one location instead of traversing the Avatar world.
Moreover, the rooted nature of the story gets at the heart of what makes the
Avatar franchise: the way it is willing to spend quiet moments with its
characters, making each of them distinct and unique. As a result, it seems best
to break down my analysis of this episode into each individual tale, exploring
what each one tells us about its titular character(s).
Tale of Katara and Toph
The series’ focus on female friendship has
become increasingly prominent throughout this season, with the relationship of
these two characters being the main example of this, and so this tale makes
perfect sense, considering where the characters are at this point in the
series. The vignette works as an exploration of their friendship, highlighting
how they get along in spite of their incredibly obvious differences.
These differences are on display from the
beginning, with the early juxtaposition of Toph and Katara’s morning routines
highlighting Toph’s “tomboy” characterisation and Katara’s more feminine nature. In spite of these
differences, Katara persuades Toph to go on a girl’s day out at a spa: she is
determined to be friends with Toph in spite of their superficial differences.
The things the girls share in common become
more apparent when Toph starts to enjoy the day. This enjoyment comes first on
Toph’s terms, as she freaks out the staff by making the “alien” face with her
mudbending, which Katara laughs along with: the two girls share a sense of fun
and humour. Then she begins to enjoy the day on Katara’s terms, enjoying
relaxing in the sauna, and actually liking how she feels after having some make
up put on: while Toph is most comfortable not conforming to gender roles, she
is happy exploring her more feminine side, especially in the company of a girl
This bonding pays off in the tale’s final
scene, where Katara and Toph send a group of mean spirited girls down the river
after they insult Toph: in spite of their differences, Katara and Toph’s
friendship is strog because they have each other’s back, and wouldn’t let
anyone hurt the other. They also offer one another mutual support, with
Katara’s comforting of Toph being noticeably maternal. She doesn’t question
Toph’s not entirely true claim that she doesn’t care what other people think,
instead expressing admiration for Toph’s attitude and quietly giving her the
boost in confidence she needs anyway. In showing this maternal edge to their
relationship the show acknowledges that Katara is older and in some ways more
self-assured than Toph, who in some ways is incredibly confident in her
abilities, but also frequently masks her insecurities (in this case around her
appearance) with false displays of bravado. While they are different people,
Toph and Katara balance one another out and support each other in a
relationship that improves the show vastly.
Tale of Iroh
This is the tale that everyone talks about,
and as a result it can be somewhat surprising that it is placed right at the
start of the episode, a structural point that speaks to the true nature of this
vignette. It is not placed as the big emotional gut punch at the end of the
episode, but is instead framed as just another story, highlighting the way Lu
Ten’s death affects Iroh. Iroh’s grief for his son is a constant part of his
character that informs everything he has become, but it is not something big
and flashy that is drawn out in high-stakes parts of the story for angsty and
overdramatic moments. Instead, it is a quiet grief, constantly in the
background if the story.
So, why is this tale such a famous part of
the show? Largely because it’s so impeccably written ad structured. Iroh
helping the group of young boys run from the man whose window they break
provides the emotional set up: we see how he would have been with young Lu Ten,
laying the groundwork for the emotional reveal. Similarly, his helping the
mugger who’s down on his luck shows how Iroh’s loss has turned him into the
kind of man who wants to help people to atone for his failure to help his son.
Meanwhile, his shopping in the market place lays out the plot elements
necessary to peel away the layers to reveal he is celebrating his son’s
birthday. The first time we hear him sing “brave soldier boy”, meanwhile,
serves as emotional and plot set up, as it is used to show him comforting a
crying boy, once again highlighting his paternal nature, while also setting the
key element of the final gut punch in the tale, namely, the song’s reprise.
Ultimately, what this tale really gets at
is the nature of Iroh as a character, highlighting the way his development
works. From the moment we met him, Iroh was a character who has mostly changed
his ways and been through most of his redemption story before the series
begins, so he doesn’t change that much. What makes him a dynamic character is
the way the audience’s understanding of him changes: we are first introduced to
him as a comic relief character who balances out Zuko’s angst, but by this
point in the series, we know enough about him to see the depth, shades of grey,
and tragedy that informs his story.
Tale of Aang
As with Iroh, the help Aang provides here
reflects the grief that is currently driving him at this point in the series,
namely his grief for Appa. He begins the tale looking through the Zoo, sad at
the confinement of the animals, quite possibly having come to the zoo because
he was looking for, or thinking of, Appa. It is particularly notable that
before “Appa’s Lost Days”, the two characters most connected to Appa (Momo and
Aang) have taes that heavily evoke his absence. As a result, helping the
animals can be read as Aang trying to make up for the fact that, at the moment,
there is nothing he can do to help his bison.
The juxtaposition of the animals in the zoo
at the start of the tale compared to the enclosure at the end also draws out a
key theme of the season, as we once again explore the mistreatment of animals
by humanity: they are deeply unhappy in their cramped conditions at the start
of the tale, and are clearly much more comfortable in the enclosure at the end.
Once again, the series takes the time to emphasize the needs of animals and the
need for humanity to respect for nature, setting up the themes of the next
Tale of Sokka
As with Iroh, Sokka gets a tale that really
breaks down how he works as a character. In this case, the tale does this
breakdown through the perspective of the comic relief aspect of his character.
The first thing worth noting is that Sokka
is prompted into action after being called an “oaf”, providing a hint of the
insecurity that will drive his actions in “Sokka’s Master”. The woman leading the
Haiku class only sees him as a blundering comic relief character, so Sokka
responds by seeking to prove he is worth more, only doing so because he fears
that he is just comic relief, and isn’t worth anything else.
This insecurity is a part of Sokka even
though he demonstrably is much more than a comic relief character. He’s the
inventive, intelligent member of the Gaang who organises and plans for the
group and improvises ideas to help fight back where his status as a non-bender
limits his combat abilities. And his ability to improvise is in evidence here
as he adapts to the haikiu-battle, creating poems on the spot. In this
instance, his ingenuity combines with the comic relief aspect of his character,
allow him to be a funny in a showboating way that is very different to main
source of humour for his character, namely his everyman frustration at the
fantastical elements of the Avatar world. As a result, the tale shows how the
comic side of his character extends from the serious parts of his characterisation.
However, his showboating comedy is
punctured with the “That’s one syllable too many” joke, returning him to the “everyman
frustration” humour that drives his character. This is a fitting reflection of
the fact that Sokka is still driven by his insecurities at this point in the
show: Book Three will finally see him making peace with the person he is, but
that’s a little way off for now.
Tale of Zuko
Let’s look behind the scenes of the show
for the first time. This tale is Katie Mattila’s first writing credit, and
while she’s only a minor creative figure for the show, her contribution to the
series is interesting. She is the only writer from this episode to write more
scripts for the franchise, and is also the only person who wasn’t a staff writer
to write more than one script for ATLA. She’s also the only non staff writer
from ATLA to go on to write for LOK, where she was, for what it’s worth, the
only female writer to contribute a full script, with writing credits for three
episodes from Books three and four of the sequel series.
Mattila contributes a sweet and thoughtful
vignette that explores Zuko as a romantic figure for the first real time in the
series, as we see him go on a date with an Earth Kingdom girl. And it’s a date
that successfully expands the things the show can do with his character,
breaking down the angsty, brooding side of his character to get at the dorkier,
funnier side of him. This dorkier side, which we have seen before comes out in
full by setting his overdramatic angst against the mundane, and from his extreme
discomfort with the ordinary. In a way, this humour is a reversal of the
“ordinary man’s frustration with the fantastical” humour provided by Sokka,
making this the perfect vignette to follow on from and contrast to Sokka’s
The ending of the tale, where leaves the
date because, in his words “it’s complicated”, shows that Zuko’s backstory
means he is still closed off from being someone who can fit into an ordinary
life. But notably, this is a moment of progress for Zuko, being the first time
he appreciates an aspect of this life, ending the tale by admitting to Iroh
that he had a nice time.
Tale of Momo
It may seem strange that this is the tale
that concludes the episode, focussing as it does on Momo, the least fleshed out
character in the ensemble of “The Last Airbender”. However, this positioning
within the episode makes sense when we consider what is to come. “The Tale of
Momo” is placed at the end of the episode to lead into “Appa’s Lost Days”, with
Momo searching for Appa before finding the footprint that will be a key plot
point in the next episode. As a result,
this tale is the natural conclusion to the episode, leading into the next
Thematically, it is also the perfect lead
in to the next episode. We explore animal agency in the most direct way the
series has managed so far, as Momo is the subject of his own story, rather than
an object in the Gaang’s narrative. We get to see Momo’s perspective on the
loss of Appa: he is sad to have lost his friend, searching for him every time
he sees a sign of Appa. We understand how he sees predatory animals, first
running from the cats that try to eat him, before helping rescue them from the
humans who want to capture and cook them: this tale becomes a story about
animals banding together and saving one another from the threat humanity poses.
Animal Agency, environmentalism, and interconnectedness
are themes that run through the season, and are all woven together in this tale.
This provides the ideal set up for the equally experimental “Appa’s lost days”,
which will take these themes and explore them at even greater length. Book Two:
Earth is rapidly moving towards its endgame.
And here’s the third part of my Awesome Ladies of the Shire series, the great matriarchs + Elanor Gardner (plus one last family tree.) This is my second (much smaller) contribution to Legendarium Ladies April - just looking at some of my favorite hobbit lasses. I’ll have the whole series together and ready for download in a few days!
And though it’s not ready for download yet, my first LLA series (”The Women Who Shaped Middle Earth”) can be read in it’s rough-draft form here. And, as always, if you think I’ve missed something (or someone), feel free to send me a message!