this ship is never going to stop hurting

These anti Shaladin poss are getting worse.

Listen up ok, I don’t like Shaladin, most of the ships aren’t my cup of tea so I kinda just ignore the content unless it’s platonic because I love the platonic stuff. But I don’t go around making hates posts calling people disgusting things (honestly if your an anti who calls somebody a pedophile because of a ship you need to go and think really hard about what that means ok)

Just fucking stop. There’s no need for it, you telling somebody it’s “wrong” will never stop them making content.

If you don’t like it, block the tags, block the posters just block all of it and stop making shitty posts because you could potentially hurt people of fictional fucking characters.

VOLTRON TOXICITY RANT

first of all; FUCK THIS GODDAMN FANDOM RIGHT NOW.

kudos to you if you’re a blessed bean who just wants everyone in this community to be happy and enjoy the show, bUT SOME PUSSIES CANT HANDLE THE FACT THAT THEIR GOOD OL’ SHIP ISN’T LOVED BY EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON EARTH.

and yes, of course I’m goddamn talking about the toxic Klance shippers. (this by no means goes out to every single shipper, as i do ship klance, but you know who you are.)

i am so sick of something as amazing as Voltron to have to suffer with a horrible community. You’re all so CHILDISH! This is a fictional show with fictional characters, made by real people with real lives and real jobs to keep. You have no goddamn right to threaten these people or treat Josh Keaton the way you do. THREATENING A VOICE ACTOR?? WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU???

THIS. SHOW. IS. NOT. ABOUT. ROMANCE. IT IS ABOUT PEOPLE IN SPACE COMING TOGETHER TO FORM THE GREATEST TEAM EVER, IN AN ATTEMPT TO SAVE THE UNIVERSE FROM A PRETTY BAD DUDE.

it is so goddamn amazing that this team of producers has even mentioned that there will be LGBT representation. It’s so amazing that i cry about it all the time. So no matter what ship happens, i’ll be 100% okay with it because it makes me happy to be represented and that’s all i could ask of them.

but you know what? it’ll never happen if y’all keep trying to stop the show’s production all together. but it’s not like you care right? cause every goddamn toxic klance shipper is a nasty fujoshi who only cares about getting off to two dudes fucking for their own entertainment. news flash: the world doesn’t revolve around you and your sexual desires. 

i don’t ship sheith(or any of the paladins with shiro), as i have never really seen them in that way, but i also see nothing wrong with it. So am not going to hurt people and destroy a show because of it. Just fucking grow a pair and move on with your life, you’re tearing us all apart.

P.S: Josh Keaton is a fucking ANGEL and i will protect him until the day i die.

So like. 

“dirkjake is bad and unhealthy”

That’s sure a statement. It really bothers me deeply. The level to which its dismissive and coldhearted really just.

Dirk and Jake were two teenagers who were struggling with their emerging sexualities. They were two people who lived alone for the vast majority of their lives. Their entry into the game was their first significant interactions with people, for Jake in most of his life, for Dirk in his entire life.

And they were bad at it. Holy shit, what a novel concept. A massive, stressful part of your life happens, and you don’t handle it with calm. You’re in a game out to kill you with monsters and traps, and you don’t nail it at every turn. You fumble through your new life, overloaded with new situations you could never hope to prepare for, and it doesn’t go well.

“bad and unhealthy.”

What really… fucks with me. What gets me hard, is that I’ve been in Dirk Strider’s shoes. I have done things that I’ll never be fully forgiven for, some real and some made up by my brain, but like Dirk, I want to be better. I think at my core there is a toxicity that I might never be able to pull out from the roots, but I’m fucking trying.

And I know so many people who resonate hard with Jake’s character, who have walked his path and made his mistakes, who are honestly sometimes so fucking relieved to see themselves reflected with such fidelity.

When people take these complicated characters who made mistakes, and they just write off their futures like that, they say “these two people cannot be together because there was a time when it was bad,”

the little voice in the back of my head, the one that thinks I can’t be redeemed no matter how much I try, gets louder.

I need there to be hope for the people who make mistakes. I need there to be forgiveness in the world. I need there to be the understanding that, dude, the person you were when you were 13 is not who you are at 16 or at even fucking 18.

And maybe that forgiveness is not going to come from you in particular, but the fact you put out these broad stroke statements out to the people who will extend that hopefulness like they should be ashamed of themselves, that’s sick.

This entire culture of “this person did something I think is bad, so they get written off,” that’s damaging. Especially with characters like Dirk and Jake because, y’all, people relate to these characters. They have lived similar traumas and hurts. They have hurt people in similar ways. 

And they’re just… hopeless, right? They’re bad. They’re unhealthy, huh? And the book closes and that is the end. Nothing happens next.

That’s fucked up. And frankly, the people who do that, who the hell are you to arbitrate that? And in your life, when you fuck up in a big way, when you hurt people, do you also become damaged goods that can never be better?

What the hell does that say about us all?

You know who else is unhealthy and bad? Terezi. Karkat. Dave. Jane. Roxy. Vriska. Rose.

If you are going to say the past missteps in a relationship make it and the people involved irredeemable, then there are very few people not sullied by that broad stroke.

Please for the love of god, stop shaming people for a ship, especially to this particular hopeless, unsympathetic tune. Because man. Think about how much you’ve changed in the time between when you made a mistake and now. Think of every person who gave you that chance and who cared about you since then. Were they wrong?

I don’t think so.

Drabble Prompt List

since i don’t feel like writing entire fics today, we’re gonna do drabbles. Send me a prompt number and a character and I’ll hopefully get to writing it today.

1. “Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful.”

2. “I’m feeling very emotionally vulnerable right now so just hold my damn hand.”

3. “We should get a dog.” “Absolutely not.”

4. “I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate.”

5. “Damn okay fine, I won’t send you anymore selfies.”

6. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

7. “I’m personally offended that you accepted that solo mission when you knew that you’d be away from me for four months.”

8. “Am I annoying?”

9. “When you’re sad, I’m sad, and then we’re all sad.”

10. “No, no. Not the puppy dog eyes, don’t you fucking dare. Dammit.”

11. “Prove it.”

12. “If you use another pick-up line like that on me again I might punch you in the gut.”

13. “You’re telling me you’ve never been to Ikea?!”

14. “Tell me you need me.”

15. “I’m sorry, it’s just, you make me k-kinda nervous, and, wow, is it hot in here?”

16. “I ship us.”

17. “You make my dopamine levels surge.”

18. “I will never leave you by yourself.”

19. “It’s starting to kind of hurt my heart that you don’t say I love you back.”

20. “You’re jealous of who?!”

21. “Stop looking at me like I’m your everything.”

22. “You’ll catch me, right?”

23. “Did you seriously just ask me that?”

24. “Well that was immensely attractive.”

25.  “If you touch her I will end you.”

26. “You’re a fucking child.” “I simply suggested that we should go splash in the puddles outside, damn.”

27. “You look so great, I might cry.”

28. “I can cook Pizza Rolls and Cup O’ Noodles and that’s about it.”

29. “Shut up, I’m hilarious.”

30. “Mine.”

31. “Having something you can’t bear to lose is fucking scary.”

32. “I don’t want to go, your dad doesn’t like me.”

33. “Salad? Do I look like a fucking rabbit.”

34. “I don’t tell you I love you enough.”

35. “I’m not clingy, I just like being near you all the time.”

36. “Baby, I will never stop trying to help you see your beauty.”

37. “Well if that’s how you feel, then leave.”

38. “That can’t be legal.”

39. “I would just like to remind you that I love you before I destroy you in laser tag.”

40. “Wow okay, this is not going the way I planned it out in the shower.”

41. “I don’t deserve you.”

42. “I’ve never been happier in my life.”

43. “My side of the wedding party is much cooler than your’s.”

44. “You’re dangerously gorgeous.”

45. “I should be the only one making you happy.”

46. “All I want is to be everything you need.”

47. “Please come home, I miss you.”

48. “You’re a very different drunk than I thought you’d be.”

49. “I fucking adore you.”

50. “Of course we’re not going to duet a Disney son-” “mY wHOLe liFE Has beEn A sERieS of dOors IN mY FAcE.”

51. Author’s Preference

Babe

Originally posted by malecpotion

Word count: 711

Author: @juddxdunkelheit

Pairing: Alec x reader

Summary: Y/N got seriously hurt on a mission and Alec is worried about her.

Warning: None.

A/N: I wanted to aclare that I know that Alec is not straight but in this imagine he’s, because that’s what it is, an imagine. I ship and I love Malec more than my whole life. Please don’t take it as an offense.
This is my first imagine and English is not my mother language, so if you read any mistakes, feel free to correct me. Hope you enjoy ✨


After Y/N got hurt on a mission, Alec had never stopped taking care of her. She had been unconscious for the past two days and he was starting to worry about it.
Izzy was sat beside him.
“Everything is going to be fine, Big bro” she said, stroking his arm gently.
“No, it’s not. And you know it” he gazed away. He didn’t look fine at all. His face was pale and it was clearly that he wasn’t sleeping well because of his big eye bags. “I can’t lose her Izz”.
Someone knocked the door.
“Jace, I..” Alec opened the door and stopped talking abruptly. “Mother. What are you doing here?” He sounded surprised. And of course it was a surprise.
Maryse didn’t like Y/N, or that’s what he thought. Their relationship wasn’t bad, but when Alec’s mother was at the institute, they  kept distance and didn’t talk to each other.
“Alexander. How is Y/N?” She asked ignoring his previous question.
“I’m not letting you in if you don’t give me a good reason” he rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be childish. Max begged me. He wants her to be in his rune ceremony” she added impatiently. “I care about her, Alec. It might seem like I don’t, but as a mother I recognize that she makes you happy. And even If i wanted, I can’t change that”.
“Or maybe it’s just one more rule from The Clave. Do they need Y/N for any reason?Because she’s not going anywhere and less in this” Once more Maryse didn’t listen to her son and entered the room looking at the girl lying on the bed.
“Mother” Izzy greeted, standing up instantly.
“Isabelle” she said in response. “The runes aren’t working. Are they? ” she asked staring at Y/N who was still asleep, giving no signs of waking up soon.
“No. That’s why I called Magnus. He’s on his way” Izzy said.
“Mother, you better go. I’ll let her know about the ceremony” Alec said from behind. He was tired, frustrated, and he was starting to lose his temper. It was typical of him to do that. Instead locking himself up and crying he usually gets angry with everyone, even with Jace and Izzy.
The only one who helped him to control himself was Y/N. And the thought of losing her was indescribable for him. She was his everything.
Maryse sighed and walked out of the room.
Magnus came as quickly as possible and he tried to help Y/N with some of his warlock spells. “She’ll wake up soon, I healed the wounds. She’s fine” When Magnus said that, Alec’s face relaxed immediately and he couldn’t hide the smile on his face. He thanked the warlock and went straight to see Y/N. He sat on the bed beside her and started talking.
“Y/N, you need to wake up. Babe, I know I said it a lot of times but it had been only two days and it’s been hell. Please” he mumbled.
“Trust me I’d get unconscious more often just to hear you calling me ‘babe’” she answered opening her eyes slightly. He didn’t to say anything back, but he hugged her desperately. “Don’t you ever dare to do that to me again” he accused, Lying down beside her.
“I’ve missed you” she put her hand on Alec’s cheek and kissed him softly. “By the way, For how long have I slept?” She laughed at herself making his boyfriend chuckle.
“Two long days” he emphasized 'long’ with a
Sad tone, as if he was remembering everything  happened in the past few days.
They were both lying on the bed, enjoying each other’s company. Alec had wrapped her arms around Y/N and she was pressing her head against his chest.
“Will I be able to go on a mission tomorrow? I’m sure I” Alec laughed sarcastically and interrupted her, rolling his eyes. “You’re not going anywhere” Y/N sighed but instead of arguing him back she stayed silent for a couple of minutes.
“Alec, I wanted to thank you for” she she looked up at him but he was asleep. He looked like a baby. She stared at him for a moment before saying “Goodnight, 'babe’”

you lgbt people need to realize hetrophobia is a thing and ive been a victim to it many MANY times

its sad that you all think is okay to hate on us cisgender hets :( it hurts our feelings! we are just as valid as u! im not different from u bc im a girl who likes guys!! 

please :( stop the hate. dont oppresses us too :( if you all keep doing this….we re going to be in he boat you guys have been. WE will lose our right to marry! don do that to us, weve never dont anything to you 

not all cishets are bad! im a straight girl who ships some gay ships! i support transgenderism! im not transphobic or homophobic is anyway! please! dont make us the next oppressed group 

~ sincerely, a very scared cishet  

anonymous asked:

Tell me more about the Paladin Training AU! What does the rest of the team think about golden boy Shiro, and how does this effect them when they form Voltron for the first time? Tell me more about the first time they decided training and dark history be damned, they're going to do this Voltron thing their way. Tell me about how the team decided THEIR Shiro, (not the Shiro conditioned by training, quiet and submissive before the command, but the Shiro who rebels and protects) is the one they 1/2

2/2 will follow till the end of days. Tell me how these strangers became the team that will save the universe.


(So I originally wrote this from Lance’s POV in tumblr and then lost all of it when my computer suddenly reset.  This version ended up better anyway.  It doesn’t answer a lot of your questions, but they also weren’t strangers in this AU.  They were raised together.  But here’s that story anyway.

Based on this original post)


The short of it was: nothing was the same since Zarkon betrayed them.

The short of it was: Hunk wished things could go back to how they’d been.

Those first few days right after had been terrifying.  The panic, the yelling, the strained atmosphere.  Hunk had wanted to stay in his room for it, but he wasn’t allowed to, and even if he was, Lance would have dragged him out.  For the longest time, they’d had no idea what anyone was talking about.  There were just clipped commands, being told to sit and wait and be good, while horrifying words like ‘rogue’ and ‘attack’ and ‘death toll’ were thrown around, just barely within hearing.

All of them had been put into one room and while they weren’t told not to leave, the implication was strong.  Immediately, Keith turned to Shiro, trying to get him to spill.  In hindsight, Hunk didn’t know why they’d all thought Shiro would know, except that he was older and he was going to be their leader someday, and he always helped with the answers to their nightly school work, so maybe he knew this too.

Shiro hadn’t.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure they’ll tell us soon,” he told them, hands up in placation, and at the time he hadn’t noticed, but when he thought back, Hunk thought Shiro looked just as scared as the rest of them.

That look only got stronger when one of their instructors burst in.  “Shiro,” he called, voice icy, and Shiro stared back, eyes wide.  Shiro always seemed so much older than them, but in that moment he’d been very young looking.  “You are to come with me.”

It wasn’t even an order.  It was a demand.  It was a threat.

“Just me?” Shiro asked, and ducked his head at the immediate glare.  “Yes, sir.”  Iverson’s hand clamped down on his upper arm, rough in a way none of them usually saw, as Paladins to be.

He was dragged away, and Shiro cast another wild look over his shoulder.  “I’ll be back soon,  Stay calm.”

Then he was gone.

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We are breaking apart.

Okay, I sort of started a fight with somebody, and in the wake of all of this, I feel like it’s my responsibility to take the time out of my day to make this post.

Disclaimer: I am not encouraging, condoning, or endorsing incest and/or pedophilia.

THE R&M FANDOM IS SPLITTING.

There’s no other way to put it. As of now it’s sort of divided between rickmorty shippers and the antis.

I think it comes down to beliefs. The whole reason why this whole war is getting so out of hand is that people from both sides are trying to change the other side’s beliefs, and I personally think it can’t be done. To EITHER side.

If us antis stop trying to belittle all of the r*ck*orty shippers because of what they ship, stop complaining about it, and just generally stop looking, while on the other hand, the shippers stop saying that we’re intolerant and calling us names while simultaneously calling us bullies, we would have a lot less problems.

Listen, I’m owning up to my side of this argument, and I’m sorry. Point is, the shippers are trying to change antis’ beliefs that incest and pedophilia isn’t okay, while the antis are trying to change the shippers’ beliefs by trying to get them to stop shipping something they’re passionate about. Which is getting us absolutely nowhere and will make neither side happy.

We need to form some kind of a truce or this whole thing will explode, creating a noticeable divide and making it a NECESSITY to ask whether or not somebody ships c137cest before having a conversation about the show, which I really don’t want to see happen to this fandom.

But that’s just my opinion. An opinion, from an anti. I had a conversation with a rickmorty shipper and asked what she thought about this whole situation, and she said:

“The thing about antis, in my experience, is that they’re kind of difficult for me to understand. I have tons, and I mean TONS of ships that I think are gross, but I never post hate in the ship tags, because I realize that people who ship that aren’t going to stop shipping it, and rather they’re just going to be less happy when they do it.

Most shippers tend to ignore the fact that most antis are good people, and I personally think that the movement is built upon good intentions. However, antis tend to turn a blind eye to when the people in their community use these good intentions to hurt others. It isn’t hard to find suicide baiting or graphic death threats posted by antis, but that isn’t even the main issue. The issue is that some antis who are a very prominent in the community use some less blatant but still harmful rhetoric, and they still remain popular in the community.

Another thing that bothers me is that antis have a tendency to move the goalposts. If there is a ship that they deem problematic, they will find a way to make sure they can still count it as problematic, no matter how it changes. As an example, they often pointed to a ship, referring to it as pedophilia. Later, it was revealed that both characters were in fact legal adults. This development caused antis to claim that it was still problematic due to a prominent age gap. While this doesn’t make them come off as bad people, if often makes them seem like hypocrites.

Now, because I’ve addressed my issues with antis, I have a few gripes with my own community as well. Many shippers assume that the majority of antis are malicious, which just isn’t true. While in my experience it isn’t as bad, shippers have said some pretty nasty things to antis as well.

Overall, while I am of the belief that fiction should be a thing in which you can observe things that it would be harmful to observe in real life, I honestly think both sides could stand to be more aware of their faults.

Antis need to understand that what a person ships is not necessarily indicative of what they support. People with gross or disturbing ships are oftentimes perfectly nice people in real life. Many people do just have an interest in things that are disturbing, so that’s what they ship. While it is completely okay to find a ship disturbing, that kind of talk should be kept to the anti-shipping tags.

Shippers need to understand that antis concerns about the content they consume don’t stem from malice, but oftentimes from good intentions. Some antis have been hurt in the past, or want to defend people that have been hurt in the past, and even when they do lash out, they’re not pure evil. (Shippers) should make a better effort to respect certain boundaries that antis have.

Bottom line: Just don’t be an asshole.”

- @divagirlmags

WE NEED TO FORM A TRUCE.

WE ARE NEVER.

I REPEAT.

NEVER.

NEVER EVER GOING TO GET ANYWHERE IF WE KEEP BEING ASSHOLES TO EACH OTHER.

That just the “bottom line,” as she said.

I don’t like this. I’m not giving up on the fact that I don’t morally agree with the ship, but this is the last time I’ll mention it. The two sides should stay to their own side, but not be afraid to associate. We share the same fandom. This should not be a problem.

The shippers take it as a personal offense and call us “bullies” when we unfollow a blog because of rickmorty content. But the plain truth is, we don’t wanna see that, so we don’t follow. Simple as that. If you think I’m being deliberately mean, I’m sorry.

And us antis feel like we should constantly tell the shippers how wrong that ship is. I’ll admit it, that’s one of our faults. We feel very strongly about our beliefs and desperately want others to see our point of view the same way, but EVERYONE feels that way on some level. It’s human nature.

So please, please, PLEASE, stop fighting. I’m sorry. And reblog this. Get this into as many people’s dashes as possible.

Now that we have that out of the way…

Who’s pumped for the season finale?!

At Your Service

WARNING: IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN 6X11 STOP READING, STOP READING NOW!! UNLESS… you like spoilers. :)

Prompt: When Emma sent old fat drunk Hook back to the Jolly Roger, she wasn’t aware that there was no Jolly Roger in the Wish Realm. So instead, Old Hook ends up on the deck of the Jolly… docked in Storybrooke. What happens when he comes face to face with this new realm… and his spry younger self?

Author’s Notes: Thank you, @irishswanff for letting me use your prompt, I had a blast writing it! And thank you, once again, for your on-point beta skills. <3 Everyone should visit @irishswanff‘s Tumblr to see more amazing prompts!!

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Killian


Strange things were happening in Storybrooke. Strange, strange things. Unusual things usually happened in Storybrooke, but this was by far the strangest. Even stranger than that time Emma’s boy accidentally found a way to bring pixies into Storybrooke. But at least Killian understood what was going on then. Sort of. But this…

It had started this morning. He had decided to pick up a grilled cheese sandwich for Emma. She remained in their bed, fast asleep. It was to be expected after all the sleepless nights spent in the Wish Realm. Especially considering when she came home, she was forced to battle Belle and the Crocodile’s infant.

Well, not an infant. Not anymore at least.

So he thought she at least deserved a surprise. And if a grilled cheese sandwich could put a smile on her face, he was happy. He knew, as always, that he would have to ask for onion rings over fries, and that alone would keep him in her good books.

He pushed open the door to Granny’s. It wasn’t very busy; only a few people sat in booths, mostly the dwarves. There wasn’t a queue, which was good. It meant that Killian could order, grab it and leave. He would return to Emma before she even awoke, and he would wake her, with kisses and grilled cheese.

His gaze flew to the counter as he stepped inside. There was an intake of breath and a, “There he is! Get him!”

Before Killian knew what was happening, he was ducking to avoid a bottle aimed at his head. It shattered above him, sprinkling crystal-like glass into his hair. He emerged to see Granny pointing a shotgun at him.

“What the bloody hell?” he shouted.

“Don’t you ‘what the bloody hell’ me, mister!” Granny growled. “You know what you’ve done. And you’re going to pay for it.”

What he’d done? What had he done? He didn’t remember doing anything. He’d been with Emma all night and all morning, for heaven’s sake.

He tried to keep his voice calm as he said, “Pay for what?”

She cocked the gun higher, right at his face. Her eyes were narrowed as she checked her aim. He heard the damn thing click. He raised his arms slowly above his head, heart beating fast.

“Don’t you give me that. Once a pirate, always a pirate, huh? Did you think that disguise would fool me? Granny?”

He kept his hands above his head. “What bloody disguise?” He wished his Swan was here. Emma would sort this out. She was the Saviour, after all. She would slowly talk Granny down, and ask her what on God’s earth she was accusing him of. Perhaps Granny had finally lost it.

“That wig. And that pot belly. But I knew it was you. I saw you! I know what you did.”

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Build A Boyfriend - Jongup

Originally posted by xhownu

“You are immature, childish, and care for no one but yourself! I don’t know how I’ve dealt with you for so long, your a wreak of a person. Good luck finding someone to deal with your crazy ass!” Your boyfriend screams as he shoved his suitcase into his truck.

“Please, Don’t leave me! I can change! Please just give me one more chance.” You begged him. Your face was covered in tears and running mascara. Your eyes burned from crying so much and it paired with a raw throat. 

You grabbed his arm but he yanked it away. He turned to you with a glare. “I’m going to stay with friends. I’ll be back in a week, Be gone when I get back, understand?”

“Y-yes. I do.”

“Good.” He said. He god in his car and slammed the door. He turned it on and sped away. You watched the truck disappear down the road and it only made you sob harder. He was your everything and you ruined it by just being you.


It’d been three days since your, now ex, boyfriend left to his friends house to escape from you. You called a friend of yours who was selling her home and made a deal with her and her soon to be husband. You were surprised they agreed on such short notice but you weren’t complaining.

You were going to be at at your ex’s for one more night to make sure you had everything you owned packed and ready to go. It sucked, but there was nothing you could do about it. He wouldn’t answer your texts or calls. It drove you insane knowing he looked at his phone but straight up ignored it as long as it came from your number.

You gave up and decided to text your friend instead to ask about the house a bit more. All you knew was it was a two bedroom, 2 and a half bath place with a decent sized kitchen. You didn’t understand why they would want to leave that place. It sounded like the perfect home for a soon to be married couple that planned on a baby. 

‘Hey!’

‘Hey (Y/n)! What’s up?’

‘You got everything out of the house right?’

‘Yes we did. There is one thing there but its a present for you.’

“Oh. You didn’t have to do that. But anyways I’ll be moving my stuff in tomorrow so I just wanted to make sure it was clear.’

‘It’s the least I could do for my long time friend.’

You changed out of your clothes into pajamas and crawled into the covers on your chair. It was the only furniture you owned in the house and the only thing you’d be taking to the new place besides a mattress. You felt your chest tighten when you tried to hold back the tears that tried to escape. You knew you would be crying yourself asleep again tonight.


You had all of your things packed into a moving truck. The man driving it was super nice and agreed to take you to the place since you didn’t have a car. He told you he’d help get everything out of the back but that’s the most he could do because he was scheduled to help out another person move. You thanked him for even doing that.

He brought you to the place and got some stuff out from the back into the yard. You were thankful it hadn’t rained the night before. You began moving everything in but stopped dead in your tracks when a boy stood in the center of your living room. He just stood smiling at you, not a creepy smile but a welcome home kind of smile, but given the circumstances it did creep you out a little bit.

“Uhm…Hello. Who are you?”

“Hello (Y/n), I’m glad you’re finally home. I’m Jongup, your boyfriend.”

You took a surprised step back and looked at him with confusion. He just kept smiling like what he said was normal. “Uh no. No you are not.”

“Let me explain it to you. I am Moon Jongup. I was made just for you to be your boyfriend. I have been told that a friend of yours was the one who did it instead of you.”

“Made for me? You kidding me right?”

“No. You can even call your..Friend it was? And ask them!” He was practically pleading you and it was kinda sad. You caved and called her.

“Yeah at first I thought it was a bunch of bull too but then he showed up and well… that.”

You hung up and looked at him in disbelief. He forced a smile at you and twirled his thumbs. You sighed and looked at the ground. “I’m sorry Jongup, I’m not ready for another boyfriend. I just got out of a relationship and need time. Please understand that.”

“I do, but I am not leaving. I will stay with you as a friend until you are ready. And when you are I will make sure you never get hurt again.”

You smiled at him and felt a tear go down your face. You could stop the river that came down your cheeks. You let out a surprised gasp when Jongup came up and hugged you. “It’s okay (Y/n), Don’t cry I’m here for you.”

You knew you weren’t ready but this assured you, that when you were, he was going to be exactly what you needed and wanted. You barley knew him and already he felt like home.

The Pilot’s Brother is definitely a Jonah: A Lost Twin AU for Ducktales 2017

For @donaldtheduckdad

ok so, i finally tried my hand at writing something and finally posting and what do you know! It’s for the Ducktales 2017 Fandom, my current obsession! WHOOP!

If you don’t know the Lost Twin AU its by @donaldtheduckdad  it’s a really great AU for the show, go check it out. @donaldtheduckdad  : I’m finally finished it here you go, i hope you enjoy it ((beware the duckfeels))


A wave crashes into the ship, knocking Donald flat onto his back, seeing stars and swallowing what seemed to be gallons of seawater. It hurts his head and makes his eyes sting and the taste of salt has invaded his mouth, but Donald’s never felt more alive. He’s in his element. No storm at sea is going to stop him.

 But in the back of his mind, Donald Duck, former E-5 Buck Sergeant, Navy Man, and current avid sailor, knew one thing he was sure of at the moment that worried him. And badly.

 It was unlucky to go on a journey by sea on Fridays.

 And today was Friday, and Donald Duck, going against all sailor superstitions and common sense, was on a ship, on a Friday. That happened to fall on his birthday.

Well, their birthday. Lucky to know if any misfortune happened to befall him, his twin sister would be their to share it with him.

 Donald had told Della so. Della had agreed, but only to appease her twin’s apprehensiveness and unease about the birthday outing; after all, their Uncle Scrooge had planned it, and Donald knew that there was no convincing Della out of an adventure. Della needs it. She lives on the adrenaline rushes and danger. She needed it now especially because she hadn’t been on one in ages.

 Scrooge had practically pushed them out the door, a smile on face, telling them to have fun.

 "No more stalling you too! Get on with it. Bring back souvenirs if ye can find any!“

 So off they went.

 Della Duck hadn’t been on an adventure in ages.


 

 (("Del, it’s only been 7 months”.

 "7 months too long, brother o'mine. Come on let’s get going, before Uncle Scrooge changes his mind about babysitting.“

 She of course didn’t leave before giving Huey, Dewey, and Louie a tight hug, and kiss, lamenting that they couldn’t come with them.

 "Maybe they’ll like boats, Donald, and grow up to be sailors like you.”

 Donald had laughed and ruffled the boys feather on their heads, then picked them up to look at them properly.

 "Sailors, eh? Maybe. They’ll have the best teacher in the world! And they’ll be better sailors than I’ll ever be.“ He had smiled fondly as he said this. ))



((She believes it, now that’s he’s gone. He can’t teach them, but she will. They’ll be sailors as good as their uncle had been. That would have made him proud.))

 She’s going to make her brother proud. 

((He’s always been proud of her, she knows this, he always used to tell her so.))

Her brother is gone. He died at sea.

((While in the Navy, in letters, he always used to joke if anything happened, at least he’d have a burial that made sense for a sailor and naval officer.

In the next letter, she had told him off so badly, he never made the joke again.Or any jokes like that again.))

He wasn’t supposed to have died on that adventure. It wasn’t supposed to be him.

Not Donald, NEVER Donald. HE was the sailor, he had been in the Navy. Her brother had lived on a houseboat, for crying out loud, he knew how these things worked! Donald Duck should have known how to save himself.  

She knows he knows how to.

He did.

Donald Duck knew how to save himself. He’d been trained for that. Except Donald, stupid, wonderful, klutzy, ((brave, though he never thought himself as that)) confident, brother that he was, didn’t save himself. Didn’t save himself  because he was busy being a nosy younger brother, ((by 20 seconds! Donald always used to rage over that)) and instead of actually thinking it over, ((he never waited, always acted without thinking)) he reached his hand out to her and endangered himself. But then again, The Duck Family was always known for endangering themselves during their adventures.

But Donald was never about endangering himself.

Unless it came to family. And it had been her, his twin, his sister, so of course he’d done it.

Della Duck never loved boats. The sea was never meant for her, never called for her like it called for her brother. Her heart and soul belongs to the sky. And to he, the sea. ((Scrooge was always land, down to earth, drawn to diamonds and gold, though his need for adventure was something beyond anything of this Earth.))

Donald Duck took his sister’s place.

The wave had knocked Della overboard, and she had hung onto the side of the ship, as the sea crashed  around her . The skies above had been blotted out and color of tar. The wind howled and along with it, so had her brother.  

"Del? Del! DELLA!!”

He had clearly been panicked. She never liked it when her brother had panicked.

“Donald! Don! It’s ok, I’m fine”.

He had heard and peered over the railing. She remembers seeing relief clearly on his face.

He had climbed over the railing and made his way down, reaching for her. He had grabbed her hand.  They had both held on.

“Your meaning of fine, Della, is clearly different from mine”.

“Donald Duck, brother o'mine, you can wake the dead with your screams”.

“Well obviously it’s because I don’t want YOU dead.”

((It was joke, siblings ribbing at each other, but afterward, Della wished she COULD wake the dead with screams, any screams, to get her brother back.))

“No need to be salty, Don. Though it is your job to be the grumpy sailor. But lighten up a bit. We’re fine.”

Della had smiled innocently as she said this, though her words had held little effect with salt water getting blasted  in her face and the ship viciously swaying side to side. Donald had only responded to her jeers by rolling his eyes, though  he had been smiling fondly at his twin.

“Again, Della your meaning of fine and ‘all right’ is more likely to lead us straight to danger than to safety! Just like Uncle Scrooge!”

“Well Don, your bad luck and attraction to booby traps leads us to more danger and adventure, more than Uncle Scrooge can ever find on his own!”

They were now both climbing back up to the Forecastle Deck, their voices had reverberated of the ship’s hull as they spoke.

Della had said, “Let’s just agree that we’re both like Uncle Scrooge and move on”.  And Donald had agreed, smiling, albeit a bit nervously, but saying he agreed only because they were both in the middle of an adventure.

“Besides, I’m nothing like Uncle Scrooge. Uncle Scrooge would be offended to think ANYONE is like him.” Smiling even more, he added to his sister: “Heck, I’m offended that you think I’M like Uncle Scrooge”.

((Della had known he was lying, she knew that he had wanted Scrooge to be proud of him, to acknowledge that his nephew was like him, in at least a few ways. And Della knew, Della knows, that Scrooge is, was proud of Donald, he just never admitted it as much as he should have.))

((And Scrooge regrets so much that when he finally does show Donald how proud of him he is, how maybe ((certainly)) Donald is, was, a better man than he’ll ever be, it’s not directed at Donald himself, not with a hand on his shoulder, but his shaking hand laying on stone as he says the words and pretends not to cry.))

Their banter was light and so was their laugher

Laughter. Della’s laughter rang across the turbulent ocean, and Donald’s as well, and all was well between siblings . She hoisted herself up over the railing, she had turned around to help him up.

Donald was turned away from her, looking up. A single colossal wave was making their way towards them. Donald turned around and had looked at her dead in the eye. She hadn’t been able  see the sky anymore. The Wave had made it’s way getting closer.

Donald had said “don’t worry Dumbella. TRUST ME.”

And he had pushed her hard to the middle of the deck of the ship, he’d been right behind her. He told her to climb to the top of the Main Topmast. He’d been right behind her. She got to the top. He hadn’t been there.

She looked around and Donald had been at the tiller, steering the ship in the direction it needed to be in order to brace itself for the wave. She’d been yelling at him, ((“Don! Don! DONALD FAUNTERLOY DUCK, GET UP HERE!! MOVE! MOVE!”)) and he’d been trying to tell her something, but Della couldn’t hear over the sounds of the sea.

Donald had been staring right at her, as the wave had loomed closer. He hadn’t moved from his spot. He motioned to his pockets and then he pointed to her. Della looked, and clutched in her hands ((still clutched in her hands as she remembers)) had been Donald’s sailor hat.

Once a cheap gift from her as a joke, he had taken  it seriously and had put on everyday after that.

Della had been holding that hat, as she saw her younger brother from her perch and best bet for safety that had existed on that old ship. Donald had still been looking at her and she couldn’t scream his name anymore ((wake the dead)) because suddenly, everything had been gone and vanished underneath a wall of salt water and murky blue.

She had come back up; Donald had been right with choosing the mast. The ship had still been intact, again thanks to Donald’s sailor skills and Della thinks that maybe even Scrooge wouldn’t have known how to steer the ship, if he had been with them.

((She’s bitter that he wasn’t with them when it happened. He could have helped Donald. He shouldn’t have suggested the idea of an outing. She shouldn’t have accepted it.))

Donald.

Donald was gone. No trace of him left. She had known that he’d been taken away with The Wave, but it hadn’t stopped her from jumping down from mast, landing wrong, and breaking her ankle, but she had still run like hell to the edge of the ship.

Nothing. Nothing. No movement, no nothing. Donald Duck was gone

Don, her twin brother is gone. And there’s no trace of him anywhere.

She had screamed his name, even though it was futile, long and hard, until her throat was scratched raw from screaming and sobbing.

((Wake the dead.

Wake the dead.

Wake the dead.))

 Della Duck cannot wake the dead and her brother is gone.

Trap- A Peter Pan One-Shot

Title: Trap
Request: Can you do any imagine where Hook and his pirates kidnap the reader and torture her to get to Peter Pan
Pairing: Hook x Reader x Peter Pan

“Y/N?” Peter asked, looking into her tent.
She wasn’t in there.
He called out into the camp, “Y/N!?”
Still, no answer.
He walked over to Felix, concerned for his girlfriend, “Where’s Y/N at?”
“They took her.” Felix responded.
“Who took her?” Peter asked.
Felix sighed, “The pirates.”
“They’re going to get it.” Peter snarled.
“She’s on their ship.” Felix said.
“I’m going to get her, alone. Stay here and watch the camp.” Peter instructed.
“You know it’s a trap right?” Felix asked.
“Of course it is.” Peter responded.

Peter went over to the Jolly Roger by himself, and saw Y/N tied to one of the ship’s masts.
She looked tired and had cuts all on her face.
The pirates, captained by Captain Hook, had taken Y/N and were hurting her to try to get to Peter.
“Love, are you going to take us to Peter now?” Hook asked her, a devilish smile on his face.
“No.” Y/N responded, “Never.”
Hook nodded to one of his men, and the pirate smacked Y/N in the face.
She tried to stay strong, but a single tear ran down her bloodied face.
“I thought you were going to be easier than this.” Hook said, kneeling down in front of her, “And you’re so pretty too, I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Get away from me.” Y/N spat out.
Hook stood up, “Hit her again.”
Another pirate hit her on the shoulder, this time making Y/N cry out in pain.
Peter had enough by that time, and ran up to the ship.
“Stop hurting her!” Peter exclaimed, “She did nothing to you!”
“Ah, Peter Pan.” Hook laughed, “Nice of you to join us.”
“Peter get out of here!” Y/N exclaimed.
“I’m not leaving you here like this.” Peter responded, “Let her go Hook.”
“Not until you give us a magic bean so that we can get out of here.” Hook responded, “And not until we get to hurt you a little bit.”
Two pirates grabbed Peter’s arms, restraining him.
“Now where’s the bean?” Hook asked.
“If you let Y/N go you can have one.” Peter responded.
“Let the girl go.” Hook said.
Y/N was untied from the mast, and helped up.
“Get off the ship.” Hook told her, “Now.”
“But Peter!” she exclaimed, “Don’t hurt him.”
“Get off this ship before we tie you back up!” Hook exclaimed.
Y/N rushed off the ship and into the woods.
Yet she didn’t go too far, she was worried about Peter.
“The bean?” Hook asked Peter.
“I need a hand.” Peter said, looking to the pirate holding his arms back.
The pirate released one of his hands, and Peter used his magic to get a bean in his hand.
He threw it to Hook, “There.”
Hook picked up the bean, “One more thing.”
He pulled his sword out his belt, lightly touching Peter’s chest with the sharp point.
Y/N’s heart was pounding as she watched from the woods.
“You’re no longer needed.” Hook smirked.
He slide the sword into Peter’s chest, Peter screaming from the pain.
Pulling the sword out, Hook laughed.
Peter fell to the ground, and two pirates threw his dying body off the ship.
Y/N ran to him, “No!”
“Bye, love.” Hook said from his ship.

After Hook and his crew had left Neverland, Y/N was sitting on the sand holding Peter’s body.
“Don’t leave me, you can use your magic to heal yourself.” Y/N said.
“I’m too far gone to use magic.” Peter smiled weakly, “Y/N…”
“Yes?” Y/N asked.
“I love you…” Peter said, as his eyes closed.
“I love you too.” Y/N said, “But don’t leave me!”
Peter didn’t responded, he had taken his last breath.
Tears started to fall from Y/N’s face, “No.”
The tears fell off her face and onto Peter’s body.
Those tears had a magical effect on him, and he awoke again.
“Y/N…” he said weakly.
Y/N looked up, “You’re alive?! You’re alive!!”
Peter sat up and hugged Y/N tightly, and she added, “I knew you weren’t leaving me! I wouldn’t let it happen!”
“It was your tears that did that.” Peter smiled, “An act of true love.”
“True love?” Y/N smiled.
Peter nodded, “Yea.”
Y/N leaned forward and kissed him passionately, Peter kissing back.
“True love. Damn.” Y/N smiled, grabbing Peter’s face to kiss him again.

<3

Em                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

the signs and things that they need to hear

Aries: Your fire and passion lights up rooms. But so far it feels as if you have burned everything you’ve touched. It’s okay. Someday someone will come along and warm their freezing hands with your warmth and you’ll realize that it is life, not destruction, that comes from heat.

Taurus: It must be lonely to have all your friends unload onto you. They see your strong back and think that you can handle any load so they just keep piling it on. Your shaking knees and ragged breath doesn’t mean you’re weak, they mean you’re tired. Remember to take care of yourself.

Gemini: It doesn’t make sense. No matter how charming or witty you are people are still going to leave. It is going to hurt every time. Sometimes all you can do is shrug and let them leave. There will be times when you will need to find your voice and scream for them to stay. There will be times when they listen.

Cancer: They say the smartest among us are often the saddest. Sometimes staying up until three a.m. to study for a test will hurt more than it will help you in the long run. Know your limits. But never forget what you’re capable of.

Leo: Your heart is so big that you can’t help but offer anyone that comes along a place to stay in it. The world does love you back but it just doesn’t know how to show it as readily as you. Be patient. Listen and look for the signs. They are subtle, but when you hear them- oh god when you hear them - everything that was broken will be mended. If only for a moment. 

Virgo: There is a difference between those who are smart and those who are intelligent. Stop second-guessing yourself on which one you are. It’s okay to feel stupid once in a while. Being stupid at something is the first step to being smart at something. Don’t make learning and experiencing new things stressful.

Libra: If you buy her one rose she won’t stay. If you buy her one hundred roses she won’t stay. Your friends call you a ‘hopeless romantic’ and you’re beginning to think it’s because you are hopeless at love. Keep buying roses but don’t forget that some girls prefer daisies. Fall in love with a person- not the idea of falling in love.

Scorpio: Someone raised you to believe in yourself. Whether it was your parents or yourself or maybe a teacher. Don’t disappoint them by doubting your abilities in this world. 

Sagittarius: Even when it is raining outside you can still remember what sun feels like on your bare legs. Sometimes when it is sunny you may only feel a hurricane in your soul. It is okay to be sad sometimes. It is not okay to let the rain drown you. I know you know how to swim. Even if it’s just treading water. I promise that the blue skies will be worth it in the end.

Capricorn: You understand yourself a lot more than a lot of people. Someone will come along and turn your world upside down and make you question everything that you’ve ever thought was true. It will feel like the end of the world. In actuality, it’s called love. Find comfort in these occasional earthquakes because they are few and far in between in this world.

Aquarius: You are lighthouse for many lost and forgotten ships. You might not be able to save them all. Rejoice for the ones you do. You are enough.

Pisces: When your heart hurts, it really fucking hurts. Don’t swear off love. Never stop being kind. It is going to hurt but pouring medicine into an open wound hurts too. Cleaning and growth is taking place. Make sure you’re around to see it.

Dragon Slayer [Ch. 2]

Prince Roman is off on a quest to slay the dragon that is ravaging his kingdom, only to find out his quest isn’t going to happen exactly as he thought. (fantasy!au, humans!au)

Warnings: verbal fighting, lots of cursing, death mentions, mentions of people being assholes about mental illness

Pairings: platonic prinxiety

Characters: Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders, (Mentioned) Patton and Logan Sanders

Word Count: 2480

A/N: This took a really long time to write (like over a week) so yeah. Sorry.

Tag list (just let me know if you want to be added): @abstractedthinking

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prompt list 💫

send me a number + a ship? 

  1. am i the only one who’s confused here
  2. before you came along
  3. wait, before you go 
  4. but i did mean it
  5. don’t let me stop you
  6. how dare you think that
  7. i can handle this myself
  8. in case you were wondering, the answer is still yes
  9. in our next lifetime
  10. no one asked you
  11. take that back
  12. thanks for the reminder
  13. the only person getting hurt here is you
  14. wait, they didn’t tell you
  15. we’re already living together

[separate post but this is a direct reply to @arlessiar‘s post–which I commend you for writing, it was eloquently put–but I felt bad high-jacking it and it turned more into my own thoughts on very specific fandom events]

I will admit, when the news of Eggsy/Tilde first came out, I was disappointed. If anyone wanted to go back in my blog, I’m sure you could find it. I think it’s a natural reaction of anyone who has invested their mental, emotional and physical effort into a fandom/ship. It can be draining, it can be exhausting, but for many of us, it’s also our happy place and our escape.

Now, my support of Eggsy/Tilde came from my own self-reflection, assessing the information presented to us and my own interests in multi-shipping. I know not everyone is going to treat fandom the same way, nor should they. And maybe I went ahead with my support a little stubbornly because, really, I didn’t stop to think about how my positivity could come across as negative or hurtful.

I’ve been fandoms a long time. I’ve had that disappointment and hurt when something I was certain was going to happen never did. But I’ve also come to the point where I am enjoying canon and fanon as separate things. Sure, I am tired of the discourse surrounding it and a little weary on the way fandom has been treating all this news… but we all approach it differently. I will never call someone out for how they accept new canon (unless it’s direct and deliberate hate on characters/ships/real people) but I won’t hide my own trepidation not over the sequel but over fandom’s reaction to the sequel. I’m just trying to remain honest, for my followers and my own benefit.

I apologize if anything I’ve done or said has upset someone or has made this transition harder for them. For Eggsy/Tilde, I want to create a supportive atmosphere while trying to show people, hey, this ship can exist but so can your other ones and they can exist together! I also want Tilde to mean something other than being an obstacle/prop/joke.

I will always be here to discuss the good things: the excellent fight scenes, the fun spy shenanigans, the new content we will get to enjoy and tear apart and build back up again, in any way, shape or form.

Like I said, I’ve been in fandoms a long time. I’ve faced the disappointment, the anger, the dying of a fandom, the rebirth, the changes. You survive them, you do. You adapt, ignore, fix or leave. It’s how it always goes. 

So, I understand why it’s going this way in fandom and while I may not agree or enjoy it, I will say my piece and leave it at that. And I will be here, just trying to make it a good time for anyone that I can. 

@49thstreet replied to your post “To be honest, if someone cared enough about my soul to cultivate it…”

sebastian does all that shit for ciel because he literally HAS to. it’s really not that deep but shippers always have to grasp for straws and ruin it for everyone.

Let’s leave aside the fact that he chose Ciel out of a roomful of people dying to get his attention and surrendered himself to Ciel willingly via the contract and let’s also leave aside the fact that it is that deep because the manga wouldn’t be compelling if it weren’t. So! Since we’ve left those things aside, I’ll just say in response to your unwarranted reply to my post that literally states to just leave me alone that you should never give someone the power to ruin something that you enjoy, however misguided your enjoyment of that thing is. 

The fact of the matter is this: I find the existence of anti-shipping behavior in ALL fandoms to be abhorrant. I think such behavior is making things unnecessarily difficult for people who are aren’t actually hurting anyone/are just trying to enjoy themselves. I think antis are driving away good content creators while rarely creating any content themselves and that makes fandom worse for everyone. That said, I personally am not going to let the antis stop me from enjoying something that I care about deeply.

And, while I doubt I have changed your mind about anything (hint: I wasn’t trying to), I sincerely hope that you will continue to enjoy the things you enjoy as long as that includes leaving people with whom you disagree alone.

Can y'all stop with fucking death threats ?? I’m seeing it all over my dash and this need to stop !! Like i don’t care which part of the fandom you are. Idc about your opinion of the matter. “Go choke”, “go die” what is actually wrong with you ?? It’s easy for you to write it but do you understand the meaning of these words ?? You’re playing smartass and justice warrior behind your computer. How old are you to find it fucking acceptable to talk like that to actual human beings who have also feelings ? For giving their opinion which are different from yours ?
Bravo every one. I’m sure ji’s so proud of you. The guy is spreading, acceptance tolerance everytime he opens his mouth.
Make your future self a favor and stop thinking your ugly attitude is legit for any reasons.
He wouldn’t be ashamed for any ship. It’s part of kpop as a thing. (Whenever it’s false or right you know my opinion on this). And because he doesn’t care about what you think. Sorry, he doesn’t know you. You’ll never be revelant to him and his PRIVATE life any time soon. He’d be ashamed about you fighting in your own fandom about a topic that is NO ONE fucking business. So think what you want to think but do it in silence or with courtesy. Were you raised by animals or ?
So please stop with death threats. It’s hurtful and useless.

ymawgat  asked:

hey i'm not trying to start a fight and i'm sorry if you get asks like this a lot but could you explain how you saw aang as having bad/not having character development?

No it’s completely fine! Plus I don’t get many asks lol. So I’ll straight up say this right now. I loved Aang and his character throughout book one and book two. His crush on Katara was handled very well and he never acted possessive towards her when she blatantly showed romantic interest to other males (Jet mainly and perhaps subtly Haru??) Anyways my main problem with Aang and his character development starts in season three. His main goal was to master the Avatar state and I don’t consider his fight with Ozai as mastering it. Aang was supposed to stay with the Guru and become who he was destined to be “The Avatar”. But all of that got thrown away when he saw that Katara in a vision no less was in trouble. I’m not saying that he was in the wrong for feeling concern for his friend. I would too and any decent person would as well. But when he left the Guru he wasn’t able to let go of his unhealthy attachment for Katara and master the avatar state. My main problem with this is that I have been ridiculously in love and have had some rather unhealthy attachments to people. But then I learned to let go and was far better off for it. It hurts when you do move on, but you’re always way better off for it. Plus by the time Season three was coming to an end Bryke became wayyy too shipping obsessed. They were so caught up making Kataang a thing they didn’t even stop and see where the story led them. As a writer myself you can’t just have something in mind and then force it to happen. It makes for an unsatisfying story. A good writer knows when to let the story take them to a place where they never thought they end up. As such is life. So if Aang had learned to master the avatar state and let go of his attachment to Katara it would have been an awesome message for the kids in the audience! It would have shown them that, no, you don’t have to marry your first love! You can let go of your crush and still be friends! And that’s just great for that kind of stuff to be in a story. The Katara and Aang romantic relationship weakened both of their characters. Katara never put her foot down with him and said what was on her mind. She would always beat around the bush to spare his feelings and that’s not good for either of them! Ultimately this makes Katara feel suffocated and Aang not knowing what he’s doing wrong. Therefore neither of them were allowed to grow. And their thrown away character development is continued in the comics and the Legend of Korra. Katara is portrayed as stereotypically feminine girl who is arm candy for her boyfriend instead of the strong warrior that she is, and Aang as an oblivious and neglectful boyfriend who doesn’t see the problems in their relationship. And to continue with shipping I personally ship Aang with Toph. Because this show is all about balance a relationship between someone who is stoic like Toph and someone is gentle like Aang would represent that balance wonderfully. But perhaps there should have been no endgame ship?? Perhaps Bryke should have allowed this groups of KIDS stay single and find their purpose and mission in life. They should have let them discover who they were and allowed them to grow instead of forcing them into relationships.