Hi! Do you have any headcanons for Marvin and Whizzer at the hospital? (b/c tears) Love your blog and your HC's by the way!!! You're so creative and detailed and I love you and the Falsettos characters so much! <3 <3 <3 Thanks!!!!!!!
i hope you like these!! i also love to upset myself. tysm for the compliments! my hcs are mediocre but i’m glad you enjoy them!!<33
this took so long. i was trying to remain sensitive to the situation and hope that it’s accurate. i had to google the symptoms of AIDs and how to play chess so it’s all here, folks. it’s so weird to go from silly, lighthearted hcs to crushing ones.
we all know that whizzer is stubborn as hell. he would straight up refuse help when he’s first hospitalized. he’s barely mobile but too proud to admit his body is deteriorating quickly.
the amount of help he requires just doing things like walking a few metres frustrates him to no end. he starts getting really angry, telling marvin & charlotte to shove off and leave him alone.
he’s convinced that if he tries hard enough he’ll be able to make himself better or at least act like it.
he gets so upset with himself and his body’s inability that he actually breaks down crying at one point– multiples times lbr.
he collapses and is sat on the floor on his knees, gripping his hospital gown and wiping furiously at his tear-streaked face. marvin goes to help him up but decides to crouch beside him for a bit, rubbing whizzer’s arms and holding back his own tears.
marvin is constantly in a state of faux optimism that whizzer can see right through. whizzer also holds a calm, lighthearted expression when he can as he tries to worry his friends and family as little as possible. left alone they watch each other and know that it’s not alright anymore.
they drop their brave faces and just hold each other most nights. their tight knit family leaves the room and they lay silently together. if tears are shed, neither of them say anything.
on nights where the silence and sobs are too painful they reminisce over things they did together in the past (although they usually avoid mentioning racquetball or chess). they’ll lie on their backs, hands intertwined, recounting all the dumb places they messed around and tease each other.
these nights are spent cuddling and talking until whizzer succumbs to fatigue despite doing nothing that day. marvin has to face the inevitability of the situation alone late into the night and early hours. he’s graced with insomnia and anxiety throughout whizzer’s illness.
there comes a point where whizzer refuses to look in a mirror and laments his good looks. his cheeks become more sunken and his weight loss is so blatant, it’s unsettling.
whizzer: remember when my hair line was my only flaw marvin, holding him and whispering into his hair: it still is whizzer, lightheartedly: don’t be a sap, marv
whizzer is soon suffering the mental effects of his diagnosis. he’s suddenly overtaken by constant anxiety and depressive thoughts. marvin comforts him however he can, understanding how it must feel for him.
along with these, whizzer’s memory is taking a serious toll. he tries to play chess with jason but completely loses his train of thought.
jason: you can’t move that way whizzer, half asleep: huh…? jason: the knight. you can’t move diagonally; it’s against the rules.
marvin notices the distress and confusion on whizzer’s face and quickly comes to his rescue, challenging jason to a game.
he’s left confused a lot he loses grasp of dates – but this could be due to his refusal to count down his days while marvin anxiously keeps track of it, trying to be with whizzer for every single one of his final hours, minutes, seconds.
whizzer sometimes finds him overbearing but marvin knows when to back off and allow whizzer the space despite his reluctance to leave him alone.
whizzer prefers to be in company most of the time during his treatment. when alone he’s left to his thoughts of death and what he’ll leave behind. no matter how many times he wills himself to believe it’s just his time.
he’s frustrated, enraged that if there is a god, why he would do this to him? he knows he is not an infallible being but he at least deserves an explanation. he doesn’t deserve to be left to suffer this nameless disease that only provides him with pitiful (or disgusted) looks and half-hearted apologies.
along with the mental collapse, he suffers from persistent nausea as his immune system struggles to fight back any other infections he catches. he can’t even look at food without imagining it coming back up. if the illness doesn’t kill him then malnutrition is the next contender.
when he and marvin lay together, marvin can’t help but notice how he’s being poked by exposed ribs.
marvin will hold whizzer and notice how whizzer is somehow extremely hot yet shivering. marvin attempts to nurse him through his more feverish days and whizzer has to remind him that they’re in a hospital and marvin isn’t a doctor.
he won’t admit it but he prefers marvin’s care no matter how useless he is at it. most doctors are cold, dismissive. charlotte isn’t able to hang around 24/7 so a familiar face is welcomed.
whizzer outright refuses to allow himself to be babied and makes distasteful jokes at his own expense in hopes of lightening the mood – it doesn’t really work despite his best efforts.
marvin does laugh to some of his morbid joking, to mendel and trina’s shock and distaste. whizzer is pleased with himself, not having seen marvin laugh in so long. it’s not as bright as he usually laughs but it’s something and whizzer finds himself laughing too. marvin holds his gaze fondly and if he’s tearing up no one mentions it.
they soon have to face the inevitability of the illness and how it’s going to affect marvin. there’s a wordless exchange between marvin and whizzer after they’ve both been informed of marvin’s likely future. they hold each other a little tighter that night.
they have a full discussion later on. whizzer won’t stop apologising and marvin won’t stop asking him not to.
marvin is all too aware of his fate. this isn’t whizzer’s fault, he knows that much for sure but he’s infuriated. why was there no public information? he’d become a victim to rumours and sourceless hearsay. he and whizzer and countless others.
the days go by quickly, some better than others but whizzer’s clearly getting worse. each night he seems a little colder (physically and emotionally), he holds marvin hand a little less tight, his conversation is a little more sparse.
when whizzer’s time finally comes and he’s lost behind that hospital curtain, marvin is empty. he’s never quite understood how someone could feel empty, completely devoid of any emotion, but here he is.
marvin and jason have much the same reaction. frozen. stiff and frozen in place. trina just wishes that this time jason wasn’t so much like marvin. she’d always been loud, emotional. couldn’t jason cry for once? then trina could hold him and comfort him and whisper how it’s going to be alright regardless of her own uncertainty.
on that final day, after mendel and trina have collected the bar mitzvah things and quickly ushered jason out, marvin feels powerless.
cordelia is leant against the wall covering her face and holding back her own tears.
before he leaves, whizzer offers him one last genuine (yet teary) smile with his hand over marvin’s. his tight squeeze slowly loosens and marvin leaves a final kiss on his cheek as he strokes the back of his hand.
marvin is there when the final light leaves whizzer’s eyes. marvin is there when charlotte slowly covers whizzer’s body with a sheet. he forces himself to look away knowing that whizzer isn’t there anymore. not really. he’s there as charlotte comforts cordelia and he can’t help but feel a sudden spark of envy.
he clenches his fists and puts on a brave face. he figures that’s what whizzer would want. he couldn’t be more wrong and subconsciously he knows that.
his facade finally collapses when he sees jason place that king chess piece on whizzer’s grave. he inwardly snorts, even in death whizzer wins.
jason sees his father’s tears and trina is startled when jason lets out his own pitiful sobs.
the entire tight knit family is left to mourn and to wonder if everything will ever be alright again. mendel, forever a skeptic, offhandedly mentions that whizzer would be watching them where he is right now. the uncharacteristic comment is a welcome comfort as their now-family-of-6 holds each other.
the belief that everything could be alright lingers.
The vast expanses of darkness where nothing seems to exist. Silence. There’s no sound in space, so everything is quiet. Vast. Empty. It’s a terrifying thing. A calming one. That expanse is opportunity, is hopeful, is promising. It’s gentle. Quiet, empty, infinite…maybe. It’s a place for fear, and contemplation, and wondering. A place for pausing, for thinking, and travel, and doubt. A place for the in-betweens, the moments where there is nothing significant, and yet everything is breathtaking. So large, so powerful, so undefined…and yet when we wonder over space, it’s one of the last things we ever care to think about.
Miles upon miles of stars. Each with their own stories, each labeled by us as we look into the sky and point at them. The constellations shift with perspective, just as everything always does. At a point, the stars are no longer familiar. Unnamed. New. Brimming with potential. Perhaps we’ll learn them some day. Perhaps we’ll tell new stories. Stars are burning things, are deadly, and yet we hold them close: for beauty, for sharing, for stories. Because of the stars, we wish to explore. We tilt our heads back and yearn, yearn, yearn. How easy to forget that we are down here, and they are light-years away in all of their burning brilliance.
Galaxies and the potential for exploration. The names that we come up with for the things we have already seen and the others that we wish to discover. We dream of spaceships and other life. Of galactic battles, and new homes, and communication. There are dangers, they come with the prospect of space. Death. Failure. Loneliness. But we push. We build, and we dream, and we tell each other about what we will discover. The books, the movies, the theories, they pile up as though we already know, as if we were already there. Far away is an unknown, and we strive for it, reach for it. “What’s out there?” we ask each other. We wonder if we’ll ever know, and yet we continue to dream about what the universe holds.
The planets that are nothing like our own. They might be round, with dirt, and moons, and atmosphere, but they are not Earth. No. They are not Earth. Some might be red while others lack water. Ringed, cold, burning, gaseous, tiny. They are not Earth. We name them, it’s what we do, it’s how we pretend to know them, but they are not Earth, will never be Earth. And yet, despite this, we love them. We love the possibility, the challenge, the risk. We love to strive for something that is not possible, not yet. For “Not Earth,” but maybe still ours, in its own way. Maybe one day we won’t be here, but out there, on a yellow planet with different creatures and weather we can’t imagine. The possibilities are endless as we look to the other planets. Not Earth. It’s the possibilities, the differences, that make us strive to one day set foot upon their surfaces.
Can I just say. That this is my favorite fic. I think I’m gonna read it over again because it’s so damn good. It is honestly an insanely original plot, and the way the writer depicts Yoongi and his attitude in this fic really impressed me.
THIS ONE WAS SO GOOD. It has lots of smut so beware, but you all need to read it. Oh my gosh. I was so sad to let this one go, because it messed me up so bad and I was like nooooooooooo please don’t endddddddd
This one is soooooooooo cute, its a dad/ceo! Namjoon au and I was dying reading it, oml. I feel like the writer depicts Namjoon’s character in this really well. You think the fic is all fluff and then BAM smut
WELL SHIT THIS ONE HAS ME MESSED UP. I usually tend to avoid Hoseok fanfics because some of them are just………………..bad or are poorly written and truthfully there aren’t a lot of them BUT HERE WE ARE THIS ONE IS AMAZING I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT @jeonjagiya you’ve done Hoseok justice
Jordan is the first person I ever followed!! I was enamored by her writing and have read pretty much everything, but Aquiver is just so incredibly creative and unique??? Like how did you come up with this *claps*
HOLLLY as a Namjoon stan, this really did it in for me fluff wise and honestly, this writer is insanely talented. I can’t write oneshots well because I’m too wordy, but @triptaech does it so amazingly I can’t even fathom w o w
YOI Future!Verse ABO AU, Visual Headcanon Web Charts #01
So I always wanted to make one of these. Turns out my headcanons for the most part are WAY too wordy for these things and uh, they’re a bit of a mess >.>;; BUT I hope nonetheless that they’re somewhat fun to read even if barely legible, it was fun to make ^ ^;
1. Super basic relationship chart of the core members of the lovely poly family in this AU.
2. “Adults Think,” the color of each adult indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.
3. “Kids Think,” the color of each OC kid indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.
There’s obviously a lot more to it than what could be crammed in the lil text boxes, but a gist and pretty much the first things that immediately popped into my mind regarding their interactions. 2 and 3 also mostly show their thoughts while the kids are younger, which will change a bit as they grow up, to be covered in a future post.
*Recommended you right click view image to see full size bc the text is tiny oops
Because the text is so illegible, text only versions of charts 2 and 3
beneath cut, all elaborated quite a bit because I’m so rambly oops:
IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO
setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami)
and they have OC kids.
Hey there! ARMYs are slowly, but surely taking over the world. You may be wondering: “Hm, are all ARMYs the same?” Fuck no, we aren’t! We come in all different shapes and sizes but we all have one thing in common: We support our men all the way to the end. If you want to learn more about the different types of ARMYs stay to the end!
THE CHILL ARMY
- memes!!!! - couldn’t be bothered at all by the drama - THEIR BLOCK GAME HAS NEVER BEEN STRONGER - dont come for them unless the send for you - the funny friend
THE BLESSED BY GOD ARMY - always coming through with the latest updates on bts!!!!!! - appreciated asf!!!!!! - the “mom” friend - we low key think they’re working for bighit - TRANSLATORS - post notifications are on for them
THE RIDE OR DIE ARMY - the name says it all - savage - CLAPBACK GAME STRONG - they put fear in antis hearts - very protective over bts and fellow armys - has 67 different devices streaming during comebacks
THE CONFUSED ARMY - google translate - waking up and missing a whole era - “what did i miss-” - someone help them pls - the confused friend
THE TECH-SAVVY ARMY - always coming through with the high quality gifs, pictures, edits, ect, ect. - photoshop - give them credit!!!!! - we need some of y'all to stop the whitewashing
THE FAKE “”“ARMY”“” - only stans one member - cant name all the members - drama for no reason
((yall dont deserve a gif))
K-ARMY - truly blessed - FAN MEETS WITH OUR MANS - i-armys + k-armys = the truest ship - sweet as heck!!! - when in doubt call international armys - probably the only ones who can sing a bts song word for word
I-ARMY - way too much patience for the amount of shit they get for listening to kpop - supporting bts from the other side of world - they are actually that gif of hoseok in the car looking out the window
“My name will be Hannah Dash, I will be captain of the gymnastics team and the math team and you will be my foxy friend, Drake Mathers, a delinquent with a heart of gold who the system has given up on.”
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I thought about this and quickly realised I didn’t want to pick just one favourite quote. There are so many that touch me, that really make me feel something, and I think I can do better justice to canon Arya by discussing favourites plural, rather than just the one quote. Instead I have chosen several quotes, or more correctly, several passages, because these passages are linked with themes in Arya’s story, and because they are really good.
The first is from when Arya is in Harrenhal, reeling from the news that Bran and Rickon might be dead, feeling powerless, and adrift. We have her thinking about Winterfell being burned, and essentially gone, and Arya’s doubts increasing now that her home is lost because home is what she has wanted so dearly.
If Winterfell is truly gone, is this my home now? Am I still Arya, or only Nan the serving girl, for forever and forever and forever?
She asks the question, and it is in the godswood at Harrenhal, when she prays to the old gods, that she receives the answer. Firstly:
…far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy.
This alone is an answer. Arya has been feeling like a mouse, small and powerless, but she isn’t. She’s a Stark, a wolf, and in this moment she connects with Nymeria, the beginning of her warging into the direwolf, and the beginning of the bond that will ensure that no matter what she calls herself, no matter what is thrown at her, no matter what trial she endures, that identity cannot be taken from her.
Then to really hammer it home, the old gods speak to her.
“You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.” “The wolf blood.” Arya remembered now. “I’ll be as strong as Robb. I said I would.” She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth.
It is a reminder, but it’s also more than that. This moment is so powerful. It isn’t just about Arya’s identity, it’s about her connections. Her father is gone, but it is his voice she hears, and even with him being gone she is still a daughter of the north, still a Stark, still of Winterfell, wolf blooded, a direwolf and not just because it’s the sigil of her house. This moment empowers Arya, and it is a moment she will continue to draw strength from, that affirmation that she is a wolf, and that she can and will be strong in the face of adversity, even though she’s still only a little girl.
The passage continues, showing that the effects of her experience in the godswood stay with her.
That night she lay in her narrow bed upon the scratchy straw, listening to the voices of the living and the dead whisper and argue as she waited for the moon to rise. They were the only voices she trusted anymore. She could hear the sound of her own breath, and the wolves as well, a great pack of them now. They are closer than the one I heard in the godswood, she thought. They are calling to me.
Her connection to the wolves, to Nymeria will only get stronger from this point. She can hear them, a pack, calling to her, and it’s not in her head. Arya struggles with loneliness, and yearns for family, for a pack, and she has one with the wolves. This passage is the start of her realising this. Her bond with the direwolf, and reclaiming of her identity as a wolf, sets her on a course that will not only affect Arya herself, but impact Westeros even while Arya isn’t even on that continent.
Her warging of Nymeria doesn’t only provide her with a pack. It also serves to highlight Arya’s issues with loneliness, and feelings of abandonment.
That was the best part, the dreaming. She dreamed of wolves most every night. A great pack of wolves, with her at the head. She was bigger than any of them, stronger, swifter, faster. She could outrun horses and outfight lions. When she bared her teeth even men would run from her, her belly was never empty long, and her fur kept her warm even when the wind was blowing cold. And her brothers and sisters were with her, many and more of them, fierce and terrible and hers. They would never leave her.
That last part is telling. When Arya wargs into Nymeria she feels strong, no matter what position she herself is in. She also feels like she has family, a wolf family, brothers and sisters. Arya has lost family, lost her father, and then her mother, and she’s grieving for those losses and for the loss of Robb, and Bran and Rickon who she also believes to be dead. That loss affects her so much that she feels she has “a hole where her heart used to be” and the Kindly Man observes that she has “sad grey eyes that have seen too much.”
When she is told she must rid herself of all that makes her Arya, starting with her possessions, we see how much she still longs for her family, and misses them. We see that Needle, beyond being just a present given to her and a tool she might use to protect herself, represents a connection to her home, and her family, and all those she loves.
“It’s just a stupid sword,“ she said, aloud this time… … but it wasn’t. Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.”
Needle is home, Needle is family, Needle is the North and its people, and it’s Jon Snow, the person Arya loves best. Arya can’t give that up, won’t give that up, and so she cannot give up Needle. Like Nymeria and the wolf pack, it is a tie to her identity, one she cannot give up, no matter how much the House of Black and White tries to make her.
“Who are you?” he would ask her every day. “No one,” she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal…but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone…but that was not the answer he wanted.”
In her heart of hearts she wants her family, she wants the North and she wants Jon. She’s only at the House of Black and White because the ship wouldn’t go to the Wall, it would only take her to Braavos. Arya is only there because somebody gave her an iron coin and she had nowhere else to go. But she’s still Arya, with the same morality, the same need for justice, and the same desire to go back to Winterfell that she had all the way back in book one.
The candles in the House of Black and White tell the truth, the candles that are designed to soothe people by reminding them of the things that would bring them comfort.
When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?” Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit, I smell hot bread baking, I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. “I don’t smell anything,” she said, to see what he would say. “You lie,” he said, “but you may keep your secrets if you wish, Arya of House Stark.”
They might be secrets to the Kindly Man, but they are not secrets to me. These themes in Arya’s story leap off the page when I read her chapters, and they are so well-written, and filled with emotion, that I’m with Jon Snow in thinking please GRRM, You owe me this one little girl, safe, home, with those she longs for, and knowing she’s loved, and wanted, and worthy no matter how many doubts she has endured along the way.
Yo! What animals do you think Error, Geno and Fresh (others if you want, like Ink) represent there personality best. Like i always saw Error as a bear or something. I'm just so curious and you always have amazing answers to stuff like this.
This will probably be disappointing, but I rarely associate animals with some set personalities — as evidenced by my ability to draw anyone as a cat. That said, if you wanna hear some vague thoughts on the subject…
Firstly, to get it outta the way… Ink’s animal counterpart was stated and, later, confirmed (see 9) to be a weasel.
With Error, I’m actually tempted to stick with a cat. Fluctuating in moods, whimsical, “I could maybe use some company but only under my darn rules”… Also, if you’ve dealt with cats, you know how they tend to screw up then act like “I meant to do that”. Also, an animal capable of going from ‘cranky and clumsy’ to ‘freaking terrifying’ in a heartbeat. Aaand all of that seems fitting.
With Fresh, I can honestly tell you, my mind went first to ‘parrot’ then, immediately after, to ‘cockroach’, and I’ve spent quite some time laughing! But, for a more serious answer, maybe, a rat or a crow? As in, a creature relying heavily on smarts — and, in latter case, learning from other species — to survive. Capable of cooperation when needed… Well, you get the idea.
With Geno, I’m at a loss. Like, no solid ideas at all, just very vague thoughts. So… Yeaaa- no. I got nothing.
I'm sorry, did you say "memes about “Master Kenobi’s sculpted abs”"????? HOW did that come to be? How did it happen that Ob-Wan "always wrapped in at least 3 layers of linen and wool" Kenobi got to be seen in deshabillé? Did Obi-Wan become a Jedi sex symbol? (he ought) Who was more mortified, he or Anakin? Were the Jedi pissed or were they like "mmmmh, good pr this is"? TELL US MORE!
combining this with:
Anonymous said: /MEMES/ ABOUT OBIWANS /SCULPTED ABS??!?!/ Omigosh I have a sudden need to know how the holonet even got a pic of Obiwan’s abs. Was it a clone? Was it Ahsoka? Was it a jedi youngling? A trolling knight? A lucky-stalking journalist climbing the sides of the temple? HOW? HahahahahHHAha
Anonymous said: THE HOLONET NEVER FORGET hahahhaha yesss. But really, how did the public get a glimpse of Obiwan’s abs???
I just love that this became a BURNING QUESTION that NEEDS ANSWERS. Luckily I do have answers, but lol. (referenced by this and this)
WARNING: mentions of child slavery and the discovery of child slaves. Nothing graphic what so ever, in fact, the children haven’t been made slaves yet, though they have been kidnapped for that purpose.
It’s the kind of mission that Obi-Wan will do his absolute best to completely forget as soon as it’s over and he’s finished his report.
For months they’ve fought this war, struggling to keep the Separatist forces at bay and keeping the Republic safe. For months the clones have been at the Jedi’s backs, help keeping them safe. Helped the Jedi be enough to keep the Republic safe.
The Jedi are not an army, they’re not soldiers… They’re supposed to be peacekeepers but now, at the behest of the Republic, they’re not.
Four page comic commission by the amazing @sol-draws for Corner of a Birdcage. The scene was one I really looked forward to writing and was pretty exciting to get through with, so I’m really happy with how this turned out!!
Unfortunately, in the fic, the scene is pretty wordy since Mika and Yuu talk too much lmao so for the sake of the short little comic, I had to cut dialogue/monologue away to make things more translatable to visual art form for Elin.
Since they’re kind of major spoilers if you haven’t read the fic but intend to one day (lol) the full thing is under the cut.
This has been in my drafts since forever, so I’m just going to post it.
Ok, Lake Logai, there is no movie in Ba Sing Se, blah blah blah…
Now that we have that out of the way…
While watching the movie that doesn’t really exist, I realized something. I don’t think the worst part of the movie is the shitty ass bending, the terrible action sequences, the bad editing, or the racebending. Sure, those are all pretty terrible and atrocious, and you can talk at length about how all those things suck, but there is one crime that overshadows all of these bad decisions, a crime so terrible that not even doing everything else right could save it. Ladies and gentlemen, the biggest crime of “The Last Airbender,” is that it lacks agency and nuance.
People just do things to get from point A, to point B, and you barely feel anything for the characters. Aang’s a whiny, emotionless little shit (wow, I can’t believe I just said that); Sokka is emotionless, humorless, and incredibly monotone (well, movie!Katara and movie!Aang are too but that’s besides the point); Katara is fucking annoying, and too busy narrating to actually have character; Iroh is way too serious; and while Zuko at least had the brooding part down, you don’t really feel bad for him the way you do for show Zuko.
And, as far as agency goes, the movie is completely lacking in it. I don’t want to sound like a dumbass here, but it’s exactly like watching a historical documentary that does nothing to show you why people did the things they did and why things happened. It just says “here are a few interesting facts, watch as I completely butcher everything by sucking the soul out of all your favorite characters.”
Everything seems to revolve around this emotionless world savior that ran away not because he was a 12 year old kid burdened by the responsibility of being the Avatar, but because he couldn’t have a family. And when he does come back, he’s barely trying to struggle with the consequences of his actions, and everyone begins to rally to his flag on the spot. Why? In the show, at least, they tried to say “hey, look, your actions have consequence,” “hey, we’re not going to rise up just because you’re the Avatar."
That’s what made the show so special. It showed consequence, it showed that these people had lives and identities. But somehow, M. Night Shyamalan managed to suck all that from the movie.
The writing is also, of course, terrible, way too wordy, and filled with needless narration and exposition. People just randomly say things without paying attention to their surroundings. What’s the deal?
At the same time, a bit of the writing could work, but Shyamalan ruins it by dropping lines at the worst time possible (”This was their practice area,” “The Firelord’s son.” I DON’T FUCKING CARE!).
That, and I don’t want to say "in the show” again, but when Shyamalan does use the lines from the show, or something similar to those lines he:
Gives those lines to different characters which doesn’t make sense and robs the original characters of possible character development.
Example: Iroh getting Aang’s lines about balance.
Makes characters stupid by asking stupid ass questions
I’m looking at you, Yue.
Robs characters of their own agency and motive.
For example, instead of Yue choosing to sacrifice herself because she feels like it’s her duty, she needs Iroh to tell her to do it.
Prior to that, instead of Aang showing off how spiritually enlightened he is, his lines about the Moon and Ocean spirits bringing balance to everyone is given to Iroh. Which, although it make sense for him to say, still robs Aang of possible character development.Granted, he had little character to begin with.
Aang getting Katara’s “Imprisoned” speech
It’s strange to watch this, and then see an interview that was made prior to this movie’s creation where Shyamalan sounds enthusiastic and knowledgeable about this world. What happened, Shyamalan? Apparently a lot of the changes were out of Shyamalan’s control, but I don’t really buy it due to how terrible this movie was. The writing, and timing was still awful.
That, and after watching enough of Nostalgia Critic’s M. Night reviews, you start to see a consistent pattern.
And I just want to point out that, if you watch the behind the scenes stuff, Noah Ringer does actually act like he could have been a good Aang.
So, what happened? I know he has never acted before, but still.Bad direction?
But, back on the topic of agency, there were just a lot of opportunities to have characters develop, interact, and grow. But instead everyone’s a stick in the mud. Take this deleted scene for example:
Ignoring the fact that there’s no bending for whatever reason (even though Yue already sacrificed herself), this would have been a great time for Aang to drop his “but I’m just one kid” line. Technically, it wouldn’t add much because, as I said, Aang’s character in this movie is basically cardboard, but at least it would give us the sense that he had doubts.
And, on top of that, all that, you have Katara seeing that Sokka is upset by Yue’s death (and the collar-grab was very out-of-character but that’s besides the point), and ignoring his feelings, before managing to calm him down by simply telling him to stop.
God, damn, people, show some emotion.
In the mean time, if you haven’t already, feel free to watch the Nostalgia Critic’s review of “The Last Airbender.”:
A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader)
(The GIF of the wolf is intended to represent Aera when she transforms. I admittedly do not possess the ability at this current juncture to even fathom what godly wolf form Park Jimin would take on.)
Hello guys! So, here’s the fanfic that I’ve been working on in tandem with ‘Risen from the Ashes’. If you guys have yet to check it out, I would certainly appreciate it if you did. If not, that’s cool too. Without further wordiness from me, here are details of the story:
Pairing: Aera x Jimin (though it can totally be taken as a Reader x Jimin. Just replace her name with whatever you’d like to be addressed as, as her name is very seldom used)
Genre: Fluff, Angst (Smut to come in later chapters)
Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)
Characters: Aera (or reader if you like) and, of course, BTS. Aera'a brother Jung (though this could also be replaced with whatever name you fancy)
Word Count: 4,516
Summary: Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.