Katara: It’s not magic. It’s waterbending, and it’s- Sokka: Yeah, yeah, an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah. Look, I’m just saying that if I had weird powers, I’d keep my weirdness to myself.
So I wanted to talk a little about Katara, because I think we often focus on her grief for her mother, and forget her relationship to her culture, and her experience of the Southern Water Tribe genocide (unlike the Air Nomads genocide, which was for the greater partover after four big terrifyingly effective simultaneous strikes, this one took place over a long length of time - more than 40 years? 50? - and it wasn’t total, but it definitely was one. genocide = the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group, fwiw)
(Kanna’s village - before and after)
All of the Southern water benders were exterminated or taken away to rot in prison (where they all died eventually except for Hama). Katara was born the only bender left in the whole South Pole. Then when she was eight years old, she survived a raid that was meant to kill her, but took her mother instead (she probably was too young to realize that, to her it must have been a question mark up until she met Yon Rha - gratuitous cruelty? Why her mother in particular? They took nothing else!).
So Katara from a young age had a double burden to bear: that of her mother, and the legacy of her bending (and she was shown as painfully aware of her situation and what it meant on both front). But here’s the thing: Katara could be a mother, she was naturally good at it, and her grandmother could teach her what she didn’t already knew. Her family and tribe demanded that of her, they needed her to be that for them (especially after her father and the rest of the men basically abandoned them). However, there was no one left to teach her how to waterbend - she had almost no hope of ever becoming a master without formal training, her brother thought it was silly and weird and let her know, her grandmother thought it was a waste of time. But she kept practicing, because she knew how important it was, to her and to her tribe, that she kept trying (as the only one left who could).
(…an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah…)
(Of course she would obsess over that waterbending scroll)
When she gets to the North Pole, she meets Pakku, and with him the opportunity of finally becoming a true master. But because she is a girl, he judges her unworthy. He judges her, the only remaining southern waterbender, unworthy of carrying on their culture. The Fire Nation didn’t care about the gender of their prisoners, men and women - they all fought side by side for their freedom in the South, and they were all taken away to the last one, and killed to the last one. In the South, the women had the choice to learn how to fight, or be defenseless. And privileged master Pakku couldn’t possible realize the extend of what he was denying her in that moment.
Katara had to prove herself, she had to earn her right to these teachings. And if she had been less good or less stubborn or not Kanna’s granddaughter - well the North would have refused their sister-tribe the power to use their common cultural heritage to fight back against the nation that destroyed them.
(It’s sexist and terrible.)
Meh, thankfully, she was that good, stubborn, and Kanna’s granddaughter, and she did get to become a master.
But, of course, her story doesn’t end here, and wrt her culture, the next chapter is a much more traumatizing experience. In the Fire Nation, she meets another master. This time it’s an old woman from the South like her (“You’re a waterbender! I’ve never met another waterbender from our tribe!”), and she is, ah, more than willing to help her.
Look how happy Katara looks at the idea to learn from her in particular:
Katara: I can’t tell you what it means to meet you. It’s an honor! You’re a hero. Hama: I never thought I’d meet another southern waterbender. I‘d like to teach you what I know so that you can carry on the southern tradition when I’m gone. Katara: Yes! Yes, of course! To learn about my heritage… it would mean everything to me.
But when Hama starts her lesson, the techniques she teaches have been obviously developed with one goal in mind: survival in enemy territory. They can’t possibly have been invented in the South Pole, where water is abundant everywhere. They are deadly and cruel, and the damage they do to the environment leaves Katara sad and uncomfortable, but Hama waves that off as unimportant. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have the time to worry about flowers or beauty or nature. To her that peace and beauty is probably just an illusion anyway, a lie: years after her escape she is still living the war, and war is ugly and rotten and messy (her world is ugly and rotten and messy - this is her comfort zone).
The last technique she teaches Katara is bloodbending. She forces Katara to learn something she finds disgusting, repulsive (just like Hama was forced to learn?) by torturing her (Hama was tortured), by overpowering her, invading her, making her lose control over her own body, bending her blood (Hama herself is clinging to the last remain of control she managed to get back after rotting in prison for years), and finally by threatening to have the two people she cares most about in the world kill each other right under her eyes (Hama lost everyone too, she had to say goodbye).
(Katara: But, to reach inside someone and control them? I don’t know if I want that kind of power. Hama: The choice is not yours. The power exists…and it’s your duty to use the gifts you’ve been given to win this war. Katara, they tried to wipe us out, our entire culture… your mother! Katara: I know. Hama: Then you should understand what I’m talking about. We’re the last Waterbenders of the Southern Tribe. We have to fight these people whenever we can. Wherever they are, with any means necessary! Katara: It’s you. You’re the one who’s making people disappear during the full moons. Hama: They threw me in prison to rot, along with my brothers and sisters. They deserve the same. You must carry on my work.)
And this, this, is the only truly southern waterbending Katara is ever going to learn. This is her tribe’s bending heritage, what’s left of it: blood, grief, suffering, hatred, loss of control over both your body and mind (because it’s terrible, but I think that’s what’s implied by the show: bloodbending makes you lose your mind. Hama’s only mean of regaining physical freedom ended up trapping her in another nightmare). Hama gifts her with a power she despises (but will use anyway in her darkest hour when she loses control) and a philosophy of violence and revenge.
Katara chose peace and forgiveness. As an adult, she will have bloodbending outlawed, she will become the greatest healer in the world, and she’ll teach her daughter, the next avatar, probably many others. These choices matter, and we should talk about them with that background in mind. Katara redefined her heritage - or rather she created a new one for herself: she refused the condition that was forced upon her (bloodbender) and ensured nobody could legally do to someone else what Hama did to her (and it’s implied this law is valid anywhere in the world). She transmitted Pakku’s warrior teachings, the ones she fought for, to the next generations (and did a great job of it!), but she also taught them how to heal, refusing to separate the arts as in Northern Water Tribe tradition - and healing was something she discovered by herself, that she felt was always a part of her. At that, she became the universally acknowledged best. Her legacy, despite everything that happened to her, will never be one of violence.
tl;dr: Katara is one of the strongest fictional characters ever created bye
So I can’t just complain but not do anything. Therefore I tried to make a master list of still active people in the fandom who create and post and who I feel are pretty much underappreciated. This fandom is alive and creating. This is a small list of active but lesser known fandom creators for you to check out! Of course this list can only have people I know and especially when it comes to writers I don’t know too many. So please reblog and add to this list!
***Can you believe we have to go through a 3 month hiatus until we get new episodes again? What to do on Mondays from now on? Well, I know it is not the same but how about reading some amazing Malec fics? Because there simply can’t be enough Malec love out there and somehow it makes the wait to see these two back on our screens a bit more bearable
if you ask me.
Anyway, I hope you gonna enjoy this 4th edition as much as the previous ones. Again, a huge thank you to everyone who left notes and/or told me how much they enjoyed these recs. It’s very much appreciated, so yes, if you want me to
continue doing this, let me know, okay? Have fun reading!***
When agent Alec Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect
much trouble. Of course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful
assassin who lands him in a whole load of trouble. Enter Magnus Bane:
an assassin turned thief who reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The
Clave - after he pisses off a very important and powerful crime boss,
Valentine Morgenstern. In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the two put aside their differences and work together? Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus, doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really).
With Valentine still at large, a crisis threatens to split the Shadow
World in two, testing the loyalties of everyone on both sides of the
line. But choosing between duty and honor, family and love is never
easy, especially when war is on the horizon.
New graduates and best friends Magnus and Alec have
both graduated from the University of Idris with top honors. Graduation
and family expectations, however, carved out two very different paths
for their lives.
Making the age-old promise on graduation night
to get married if they were still single by thirty had been an easy
agreement to make. There was no chance it would, or even could, ever
possibly happen. It simply wasn’t legal.
coincidentally re-enters Alec’s life eight years later, each are
confronted with the unsettled reality of their lives, and the rekindling
of long-buried feelings for the other. They decide to reinstate the
promise they had made as motivation to get back into the dating scene.
But can they push aside their own feelings for each other as they go on this journey of finding true love?
Or: the “Single by 30” Malec AU that nobody asked for.
After the MORTAL WAR that wiped out the JEDI ORDER and
the reconstruction of THE CLAVE to govern the galaxy, military force,
THE CIRCLE, has been monitoring planets for any trace of remaining
intergalactic terrorism and obliterating possible threats under the name
of peace. Each strike leaves death and destruction behind.
Senator, General Luke Garroway, leads the DOWNWORLDER RESISTANCE, a
counterpoint to the Circle, in hope of finding enough evidence of abuse
of power to dismantle the organisation and restore real peace and
justice to the galaxy.
In order to do so, Luke has sent Izzy
Lightwood, his most daring pilot, and the mysterious Magnus Bane to
search for survivors of the last attack…
“Mhmm,” Magnus hummed as they broke apart and he rocked
his hips minutely, the slight movement enough to make them both shiver.
“This is getting dangerously close to one of my fantasies, so maybe we
should stop, if you don’t want this to go any further.”
“What fantasy?” Alec murmured, craning his neck up again to brush his
lips against Magnus’ but the warlock teasingly moved just out of reach.
“Well,” Magnus started, looking at Alec through half-closed eyes and
with a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “I have never
had sex inside the Institute.”
When Detective Alexander Lightwood-Bane is called to the site of a
bizarre murder, he doesn’t expect to recognize the victim, but that’s
exactly what happens. Alec met the wealthy entrepreneur at an event with
his husband, the flamboyant and enormously wealthy Magnus
Lightwood-Bane. When a second victim is found, Alec and his partner,
Jace Herondale, realize that their killer has a “type.” Unfortunately,
Magnus just so happens to fit that type.
Magnus Bane is a famous stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love
with him after one dance. The feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he
meets the freshly turned twenty-one year old Alec lightwood, he can’t
take his eyes off him, and they find themselves in love quicker than
Alec and Magnus have been friends since high school. They both love each
other but are afraid to say anything because they believe the other one
doesn’t feel the same way and it’ll ruin their friendship.
Alec and Jace are working on an overdose case and are stuck. Can Magnus be the one to help them solve the case?
Magnus Bane loved New York. I mean, what other city in the world held Christmas raves?
especially loved it when he managed to convince Ragnor and Catarina to
join him. Spending time with your chosen family during the holidays was
the best thing in the world.
The only thing that could make it
even better, however, would be getting to know that very attractive
stranger that just wouldn’t take his eyes off Magnus. Tall, dark and
handsome was just what Magnus wanted to end his amazing night.
All he needed was an opportunity and it came, in the form of a well-placed mistletoe.
Magnus Bane agreed to volunteer at a children’s hospital on Christmas
Eve, wanting to help make sure the kids got the most wonderful evening.
Turned out the kids weren’t the only one who were gonna have a merry
Christmas, Magnus realised when he met the young Doctor Lightwood during
his time at the hospital.
or, the ’i sneaked into this huge house party for some free alcohol but
you asked me how i knew the host and the first excuse i could think of
was that i’m dating their sibling, so i basically just lied to you about
going out with you’ au
Somehow, they end up with Alec flat on his back and Magnus straddling
him, his hands cradling Alec’s jaw while his tongue explores the
nephilim’s mouth. It’s a slow, lazy, and unhurried kiss. The kind of
kiss that says ‘there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be right now’ and ‘I want to explore every inch of your body’ and ‘I love you’.
If Magnus were more alert, he probably would’ve recognized the obvious
signs of someone being in the loft: the boots by the front door, the
leather jacket laying on the couch, the empty wine glass sitting on his
drink cart, but as it is, he doesn’t notice anything off until he’s
standing right in front of his bedroom door and realizes the light is
There was one simple and unique rule about being
friends with Magnus and Alec: never, ever, no matter the circumstances,
not even if you were drunk as an armada of skunks, engage into a debate
about pop culture with either of them, and especially not the both of
Magnus Bane has a problem with that arrogant brat that
keeps showing his face to every important street race in the city. Damn
Jace Lightwood and his annoying habit of winning even though he’s just a
stupid high school boy. That’s insulting.
Fuck Jace. But more importantly, fuck his sweet looking older
brother, who just happen to not have the slightest idea of who Magnus
is. If everything goes according to plan, Magnus will have put Jace back
to his insignificant place and gotten lucky with a gorgeous oblivious
Relevance was such an all-around great episode with so many good scenes, but this one really stuck with me. I knew very little about the show or Shaw as a character when I started watching so I had no idea what to expect. Shaw, despite what she says, is a badass in this episode, and I fully expected her to be shown here as the cold-blooded killer who guns down everyone in the room, makes a quip about it, and then has a beer. Because that’s the type of narrative I’m used to seeing in media. Which…almost happened. But then she let Louis go. She stopped, thought about it, decided Louis wasn’t someone she needed to kill, and let him walk out (and then had her beer). And, for me, that helped frame Shaw as a character. Absolutely someone who could kill without remorse when needed, but not someone who would kill a relatively harmless, unarmed man with his hands in the air. Not because she’d feel bad about it, but because that wasn’t how she chose to do things.
Seriously, I can’t thank you all enough for supporting me.
I had my first blog for four years and could never hit past 450, but in less than a year you guys have supported me way more than I ever could have asked for. I appreciate all of you, and thank you so much for every nice comment, tag, and reblog!
The field trip was boring, to say the least. It was an art museum, and although you loved looking at art, you had been to this museum more times than you could count. Peter had, too.
But still, you feigned interest in the same pieces you had seen before. They used to amaze you, but now they simply bored you. The class had been organized into groups of ten when you got off the bus, and somehow, you had ended up in the same group as Peter and Ned. You weren’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. At least you had Michelle with you, but she was never much of a talker.
As your group made their way through the museum, occasionally bumping into other groups along the way, you began to zone out. You thought of a world where you and Peter could end up together, where he felt the same way about you that you felt about him.
You thought about holding his hand while walking down the halls at school, about going to the next homecoming dance together. You thought about him kissing you goodbye at the end of the night before he webbed across buildings to get back to his apartment.
You wished it were real, so badly. And maybe it could be, one day, but you knew it was unrealistic. You were sure that Peter was still hung up on Liz, even after all these months. But maybe after he got over her, there was that chance, that he would see what he was missing. Maybe he would see that he was missing you.
A siren went off, breaking you out of your thoughts. You frantically looked around with wide eyes, and you noticed the rest of your group was doing the same. The speakers of the museum crackled overhead, signaling someone was about to speak.
“The museum is on lockdown. I repeat, the museum is on lockdown. There is an active assault outside of the museum. Please stay calm and stay where you are.”
A few gasps sounded from your classmates, but you simply stood there with wide eyes, finding it hard to breathe. You had been in too many dangerous situations in the past month for your liking. You began to think of being trapped under the shelves, not being able to move and screaming for help.
Your shoulders hunched, almost as if you were caving in on yourself. You looked down at the ground, trying to control your breathing before it got out of hand. You wanted to go home. You should’ve stayed home.
“Alright, kids,” you heard the slightly panicked voice of your chaperone say, “let’s all move into the corner.”
“But the person said to stay where you are!” A random kid shouted out.
“They meant stay in the room. Just move into the corner,” the chaperone said, motioning to you guys to move.
The ten of you cluttered into the corner, five leaning against each wall with the chaperone standing in front of you, his back to you guys. You ended up squished between Peter and Michelle, and although you desperately wanted to lean into your best friend for comfort, you found yourself leaning towards Michelle instead.
“Stay quiet,” your chaperone added, his back still facing the ten of you.
You glanced around at your classmates quickly, noticing they were just as afraid as you were. They were shaking, and some were darting their eyes around the room frantically while others clenched their eyes shut. Even Michelle looked unsettled.
You took a quick look at Peter from the corner of your eye to see him not looking scared nor fine, but antsy. You knew it was because he wanted to pull his suit on and run out of the museum to apprehend the attacker, but he couldn’t, not while trapped in this room. He couldn’t leave. You were thankful for it, not wanting one more thing to freak out about in this moment.
You faced your head back down, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against your knees. You breathed deeply, evening your breaths to stay calm. You wouldn’t think of all the possible things that could go wrong. You wouldn’t.
(You were thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong.)
“Hey,” you heard a whisper from next to you. You looked up, opening your eyes again and looking at Peter. His eyebrows were furrowed—a frequent look on him—and he was staring at you intently.
“What?” You whispered, staring at him back.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
So he had noticed something was wrong.
“Yeah,” you gave him a tight smile and looked down at your lap. You knew that if he could analyze your face, he would see that something is wrong.
Apparently he could tell anyways, because he leaned closer to your ear, saying, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Pete, I’m fine,” you stayed looking at your lap, knowing that if you turned your head, his face would be right in front of you. That was a dangerous position to be in.
“I don’t believe you,” he said, still speaking into your ear. “I know you, (Y/N). Something is wrong.”
You sighed deeply. You hated him in that moment, as he told you how well he knew you and how he could so easily tell something was wrong. But no, you didn’t, because you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.
You wouldn’t lie to yourself. You loved how well he knew you.
“Just nervous. Something bad could happen,” you said. You turned your head to look at him, and sucked in a quick breath of air when you noticed the very small amount of space between your faces.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” Peter said, not moving back. His eyes stared into yours. You almost didn’t hear his words, the thoughts in your mind screaming too loudly. You love him, you love him, you love him.
His nose nearly touched yours, and you could see every detail on his face being this close to him. You wanted to lean closer, lean that smallest bit forward, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.
“I’ll protect you,” he finished, and your heart leapt in your chest at the words.
It was moments like this when you would think about if that world that existed somewhere, where you and Peter ended up together, could be this world.
“Yeah,” was the only thing you could manage as you found yourself admiring his eyes, his nose, his face.
He was beautiful, and in that moment, you were so sure that you were in love with him.
You weren’t doubting that you did before, but now, in such a close proximity to him as he whispered words to you that meant so much more than he could ever know, you loved him.
You thought you would always love him.
Peter finally looked away, leaning back and directing his eyes to look down at his lap. You looked away, too, down at your lap as well, biting your lip to keep a smile from breaking out on your face.
But then you looked up, remembering where you were, in lockdown at a museum, hoping for an assaulter to not make it through the front doors. You stiffened immediately, your sudden movement brushing your shoulder against Peter’s.
You felt a hand clasp around yours, and you looked down to your side to see Peter gently linking his hand with your hand, placing his fingers in between yours. He didn’t look at you, nor you at him, but as he squeezed your hand lightly, you tightened your grip on his hand.
And with an ounce of hope in your heart, you let yourself think, Maybe that was his way of saying ‘I love you.’
**************************** I really like this part so I hope you guys think the same! Let me know what you think about it!! Tell me if you want another part as well! Requests are open :) Also, I see some people asking if they can be tagged in every update I do, and instead of tagging people I just wanted to let you guys know that I individually message people the link to the new part because I would rather do that than tag. So feel free to message me and tell me you’d want me to do that!