#random words on a page

[spell-cleaver]

I know it's probably not going to happen, but I would LOVE it if in the Kenobi series Vader comes across kid luke. Like neither of them are aware who the other is, but they end up having a brief exchange (maybe kid luke is admiring vaders ship and vader despite being a touch annoyed by the ray of sunshine that is luke, is somewhat amused how this kid is a) not afraid of him and b) shares his love for ships

I am so sorry (as always) for the long wait - you sent this in March last year 🙈 But here it is.

Read it on AO3 or on FFN instead!

“Wow.”

Vader turned at the tiny word, more an exhalation than a sigh, and nearly took a step back when he saw a child darting across the sands to where he’d landed his TIE Advanced. The presence he’d felt—though, admittedly, not the pitch of voice—had meant Vader had expected an older, larger person to be the originator, but no matter. It just meant it was easier for Vader to flick his wrist and send the child flying.

He tumbled head over heels, landing in the sand with a flump. That didn’t faze him, though. Vader was trying to survey the desert from the outcropping he’d landed his TIE near to, and this child apparently had no respect for the gravitas of the moment. He got up and ran at the TIE again.

“I’ve never seen one in person! How fast does it go?”

“That is none of your concern. Get out of my sight and leave me be.”

The boy ignored him. “What’re the specs like? I’ve built the smaller toy versions before, and Uncle Owen lets me tinker with the speeder with him, but this is life-sized!” He marched up to the TIE and peered through its viewport, squinting at it. The eye-shaped viewport seemed to squint back. “What model is it? I like tracking TIE fighters, but I’ve never seen this one before—”

“That is because it is custom.” Vader’s tone was flat. “It has not yet been approved for mass construction. Which means you should not touch it and leave me be.”

“But I saw you fly in! It’s so smooth and fast! Why wouldn’t it be produced—”

“Because it is built to have shields, and it is not worth mass-producing models with shields. TIE pilots are expected to fly better than that. If you intend on bothering me”—where had this child even come from? Playing in the canyons wasn’t exactly encouraged behaviour on Tatooine—“inform me as to where I can find Obi-Wan Kenobi. Reports indicate he is hiding on this planet.”

“Obi-Wan?” the boy asked, frowning. He reached out in awe and plastered his hand on the smooth curve of the TIE’s wing.

“Do not touch that.”

“I don’t know an Obi-Wan Kenobi—”

“Then you are useless to me. Remove your hand from my ship before I remove it from your body entirely.”

The boy huffed. What oceans of insolence did he possess to have so little fear of him? “The speeder broke down,” he whined. “Uncle Owen’s down there tryna fix it, but he won’t let me help after I spilled the grease, and I’m bored—”

“I am not here to entertain you.” Vader turned sharply when he realised that the boy’s hand—which was, indeed, still covered in the grease he’d apparently spilled—had left a tiny, insolent handprint on the wing. He marched up and tried to wipe it off; it was unbefitting. The grease just smeared. “Begone.”

“My name’s Luke, by the way. Who’re you?”

“I have no interest in your name.”

“But—”

This was useless. Vader could hardly sense Kenobi with this background chatter; he would have to find another spot from which to scour the planet through the Force, until he left no rock’s shadow uninspected. Waving his hand again and sending the child flip-flopping through the sand, he climbed back into the cockpit and roared into the horizon.

He pretended not to hear—or sense—the child’s whooping delight as he did.

*

The Rebels had evacuated the base. Vader knew that before he got there: knew that he would not find his son in there, or any of his allies. Nonetheless, perhaps they would have left something behind. Perhaps he could glean their next steps, and find his son that way, if he tried.

That was how he found himself standing in the hangar. Most of the ships had gone—that was how the Rebels had evacuated, of course—but not all of them. Some people had been on other transports. Luke, for one, had been on the Falcon when the warning came, and apparently Solo had not wasted time in the escape.

So, Luke’s X-wing stood in the empty hangar, the kill badge for the Death Star displayed proudly on its side.

Vader’s breathing was incapable of hitching, but his chest felt tight as he circled it. This was the ship he had nearly shot down over Yavin, not knowing its significance. He could feel the joy and passion Luke had poured into it, its upkeep—the sheer delight of flight—and how much he cared. Vader’s gaze lingered on the shields: they were particularly well-maintained, which soothed him. Dogfights were dangerous, and Luke…

Vader glanced over the ship again. He would bring this back to the Executor. It might have… information… for him.

It was on his third circle of it that he noticed the handprint. Several, in fact, but this one was the clearest. A hand covered in grease had rested on the nose of the X-wing for a moment, happily and lovingly, and the print it had left behind gleamed in the dim light.

Vader reached up to rest his own hand, so much larger, on top of it. It smeared the print, and grease came away on his glove.

Still, he held it there. When he tried to picture Luke as a child, with small, chubby hands for his father to hold, an image of a blond, Tatooinian boy flashed to mind immediately. He didn’t know where from. He never would: Luke’s childhood was lost to him.

But his future wasn’t. Vader lifted his hand from the print and, own glove covered in grease, planted his own mark beside Luke’s.

Their future was ripe for the taking.

#ask prompt #my writing #random words on a page #luke skywalker #darth vader #for darkness shows the stars #anon #anonymous #'ask received 12th march 2022' as always I am So So Sorry

[inkskinned]

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

#writeblr #warm up #i can't write rn but i have SO much words in here bc im reading the chorus of dragons books #(just started book 4) #and this woman's writing is just LIVING in my brain. let me out!!! #(i read roughly like 2-4 books a week usually bc i go on long walks with my dog but when a book is REALLY good like. it eats my life. ) #anyway ...... so like here's a story that idk i've tried to explain to other people as being wild #but maybe im the only one who thinks it is wild??? #so i play pokemon go (i just started in jan) bc i love pokemon and as i have mentioned i walk goblin for like an hour in the morning #and i don't like a lot of fitness trackers due to the fact it makes me .sad. but i also wanted the little digital rewards. enter pokemon go #anyway so they make you make friends to complete quests. so i used a reddit thread. i do not usually use reddit. i don't have an acct #i lurked. i just googled like ''pokemon go reddit '' and randomly added a bunch of numbers #i was on that page for all of 15 minutes. there are THOUSANDS of responses on that page. #here's what's wild: in that group of people. even though i am not on reddit and it was one random event once #it turns out one of those people lives in the town i live in. or at least very close. i only know this because #when we send each other gifts. it's from the same freaking area. #i can't ask them to meet up bc pokemon go doesn't have a messaging app lol but like . what are the fucking chances that #a random person posts in a random reddit thread and HAPPENS to get added by someone ELSE from their SAME TOWN #who by pure fucking CHANCE is ALSO playing pokemon go and looking for friends #i googled it there's only 42000 people in my broad region. the .......... smallness ! of the world!!!

[starrysharks]

i like my trad stuff more

#zeno's art #doodles #vocal synths #hatsune miku #ocs #metallic miracle #M1-RA #(that's an oc comic idea i've had on the back-burner for ages) #reassassination #octavia #apologies for the piss lighting but also some of these pages are just ivory #i really think my traditional stuff is better/“looser”. more personality idk #i want you guys to guess the censored word octavia is saying because it sure aint cool guy #also the huh girl is just a random character/warmup idk #nas and korn isiterally the best collab ever i love play me

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

a Mr. Beagle warmup for the masses! he continues to be so soft and soothing to scribble!

#please excuse the little hearts around him i got carried away #as! one! does! #NOOOO THERE'S A FUCKING LINE GOING THROUGH HIM #well im not gonna fix it. we're all gonna have to deal. im gonna bury my head in the soil #see see - my tablet continues to register my Swiping as Drawing and NO! STOP! #there's random dots and lines all over the scribble page... #agony! pure and shrimple agony! its krilling me and there is no kelp coming! #scribble salad #barnaby b beagle #barnaby's design is so gorgeous and for WHAT #handsome hound! pretty pooch! dapper dog! #and other alliterative descriptors #am i using that word right? probably. maybe... cant remember doesnt matter yall get my point right

[notedchampagne]

harrow the ninth, gideon pov & seven stages of grief feat. harrowhark nonagesimus

#reposting the harrow page because i finally got the energy to scan it properly #after the main tags ill go over all the small details im excited about bc i want people to have the chance to pick them out themselves so: #the locked tomb #harrow the ninth #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #harrow the ninth spoilers #griddlehark #dudele #john gaius #okay so details: #the halo around harrow (gideon)s head is the iris of an eye #same with alectos eye and 'first flower of my house' #the shadow of one of the iron railings and the zweihander make IX #i referenced that freak bug description from the actual book lmfao i hid the page number in there #dont forget the 'river is a revenant' theory w the teeth as is described in ntn so i added that in there too #i balanced green on both sides of harrow(gideon) with the bug AND the stray leaves from the planet harrow killed- #- the bright green stands out and is supposed to feel unnatural against the orange #for the harrow piece: obviously i replaced like all stages of grief with denial #but i put some random words in there too in the bg/in different colors #to try and represent her forced changing of the 'stages' so to say #behind harrows head in the top right you can see the first two letters of 'acceptance' #if you look closely at alectos hand her fingers are fused together and are smaller proportioned. that is on purpose. ily barbie #i do NOT have a distinct gold marker so imagine all the orange is gold. now look at that last golden denial eye. hi gideon #i also hid stairs in there. haha <=== homestuck

[robinsversion]

I was rewatching hbomb’s video for the millionth time yesterday and the line “I don’t know why anyone would make video essays like this unless they were strictly in it for the money” stood out to me because if you replace “make video essays” with “write poetry” that perfectly describes my thoughts about Rupi Kaur.

#like #have y’all seen the videos where she’ll whip off a ‘poem’ in less than a minute? #cuz that made me completely lose all benefit of the doubt I had for her #you write poetry because you want to you need to because the emotions are trying to claw their way through your skin #and you need to find the words to describe them before they succeed #it should be fun to find new ways to say what’s already been said before but in your own way #and to combine words in artistic and satisfying ways #not just slapping seven to ten words on a page at random and then call it good #and this is not me being against ‘insta poetry’ #I love Amanda lovelace and one of my fav poets is Trista mateer #I just think poetry deserves the time and effort you’re able to put into it #anyway #james somerton #hbomberguy #why are you booing me i’m right

[lynne-monstr]

I need every single website developer to spend 30 minutes mininum actually attempting to use their cursed websites before releasing it upon the world

#tried to use a site on mobile where yoy has to click next like 15 times #but if you accidentally swipes down once and the page refreshed #it would wipe out all the info you spent 25 min painstakingly typing in #i want to have Words with those developers #random text post silliness

[comradekatara]

hey

do u mind sharing with us some of your headcanons about sokka&katara relationship? 🧡🪸

okay these aren’t “headcanons” so much as assorted thoughts on their relationship as siblings, how i view them and what they mean to me. this is hardly news to anyone who knows me, but they are my all time favorite avatar characters and their relationship is so fascinating and meaningful to me. which means that there will be some headcanons sprinkled in just because they do take up so much real estate in my mind that i may as well share some of the (many) thoughts i have on them. but also some analysis, interpretations, hot takes, subjective opinions, etc. and, to be clear, if you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll probably notice that i have gone over a lot of these points before, at some point or another. like i said, they’re my favorite characters, so i think/talk about them a lot lol 

– first things first, i do feel a need to add the disclaimer that when approaching their sibling relationship, i do empathize with sokka more just because i am also the eldest sibling and that is genuinely a huge part of my identity, so that’s my perspective when approaching these characters. i also know what it’s like to be the only sister among brothers, but if anything my experiences with that have always made me feel like katara could have it so much worse in the brothers department. which isn’t to say that the only reason i empathize with sokka is because “he could be worse,” obviously he would not be one of my favorite characters of all time if his only redeeming quality was “he could be worse.” but i do think we need to take a second and appreciate that this sixteen year old boy is a statistical anomaly (and not just because he’s a “genius” or whatever). he belongs to the worst demographic ever invented, and yet manages to not only not be an absolute terror, but be a genuinely good person. katara could also be so much worse, by the way. fourteen year old girls are, on average, almost as much of a nightmare as sixteen year old boys! (i would know, i was one.) so yes, while they are both deeply flawed, and as much as they both think the other is so annoying and unreasonable and mean sometimes, they could both have it so much worse. angel siblings fr!!!

also, and i think this is really important to acknowledge, you can separate sokka from katara when discussing her character, but you cannot separate katara from sokka. so when talking about their relationship, as characters, specifically, sokka is more impacted by katara than katara is by sokka, both narratively and emotionally.

– okay. something that i think is so important to realize about both katara and sokka is that they both have these (different) stories that they use as coping mechanisms for the very tragic world they find themselves in, and neither of these narratives is actually fully accurate. they have differing worldviews, but neither one is entirely “right.” sokka’s narrative is extremely joyless. he is the “last man” of the southern water tribe and being a man, in his case, is about preparing himself for the day that he will inevitably die for katara like their mother did. that is his life’s goal; his primary purpose is to be a sacrifice, because that’s what Real Men do. so he spends every day training for the opportunity to eventually die in war, and even when sees more of the world, he still assumes his job is just be like, a bodyguard with no interiority of his own. what challenges that assumption is twofold: a) he has so much interiority; he soaks up new information like a sponge and synthesizes it into his worldview immediately, and suddenly it is a lot harder to be a human shield who thinks of nothing but tragedy and your own inevitable premature death, because you are also thinking about science and culture and art and sex all these things that make the world a richer, more beautiful place to live, and that inform you, as a human being, and you are suddenly a person and dying is no longer your sole priority??? but also b) he meets people who want to protect him. which is crazy to him specifically because he always thought that he is just fodder and therefore not deserving of being protected in his own right. and accepting that people will take risks to keep him safe and make him happy is basically antithetical to his very grim belief of who he is and what he is For.

and then katara’s worldview hinges upon her being the last waterbender of the southern tribe, the survivor of kya’s sacrifice, and a nascent hero. so she has a much more romantic view of the world, where survival is integral to her story (obviously she is also taking for granted that sokka is prepared to die for her at any given moment, but mostly because she rejects the premise that sokka is allowed to die dammit!!!) and she is right all the time because she is a hero full of righteous fury and driven by self-determination and belief in her own ability to create a kinder, juster world, which means she cannot be wrong. the thing about katara is that her philosophy is very good and awesome, but also extremely unrefined and naive, to the point where anything she doesn’t like is an Injustice (sort of like how in our culture the term “problematic” spans “doesn’t have a fully coherent position on whether or not being intersex inherently qualifies someone as being part of the LGBT community” to “being a convicted rapist”, but in her case it’s like “being a fire nation soldier makes you deserving of being frozen in place by my waterbending, but so is being kind of rude to aang”).

and it’s really important to understand that both katara and sokka have flawed narratives about the world and their place in it that they have internalized, and a lot of their points that are opposite (katara thinking that she is at the center of the universe whereas sokka seeing himself as an object rather than a subject, as the main example) are eventually synthesized into a healthy middle, where katara realizes that she is just one person (despite the massive person that has been placed on her due to genocide) and so is everyone else (even the Bad ones), and sokka also realizes that he is a person deserving of humanity, just like everyone else. not that i really foresee either of them fully shedding their defining narratives, bc they have both internalized them so deeply due to their formative traumas, but “the boiling rock” and “the southern raiders” are huge for them respectively in their journeys towards seeing themselves as people instead of symbols. and that is just really important to understand about them, because i think a lot of people think “this sibling’s worldview is right, and this sibling’s worldview is wrong,” but that’s not true! they’re both right to an extent, but also both deeply flawed. and challenging and expanding those worldviews is the basis for their arcs over the course of the show. 

– i think my main katara&sokka “headcanon” (ie, interpretation of the text) that rly informs how i view their entire relationship is one that sort of reframes what sokka says about “seeing katara’s face” in “the runaway” with the context of “the southern raiders” to inform it. because i think a lot of people interpret that to mean that he sees/treats katara like she is his mom, but nothing about their relationship and the way they behave around each other indicates that this is the case. like i think it can be easy to take what sokka says there at face value at first, but if you apply what we know about katara as revealed in “the southern raiders” to what sokka says here, it makes a lot more sense as a whole… like you have to remember the context in which sokka is saying this. he is explaining to toph why telling katara not to “act like a mom” is hurtful to her. toph associates motherhood with femininity, submissiveness, conformity – all things that she rejects due to being forced into that mold her whole life (and obviously katara is the furthest thing from being submissive, she is literally a revolutionary, but in this moment, toph thinks that katara criticizing their scams is indicative of that, when really katara is just lashing out because she wasn’t included in the first place). but katara associates motherhood with sacrifice. katara has to carry the guilt of knowing that her waterbending is what got her mother killed, and she has to prove to herself and her mother and her tribe that kya’s sacrifice meant something by becoming the strongest waterbender in the world.

so sokka is first and foremost trying to bridge that gap, that miscommunication between toph and katara wherein they are leveling their deepest formative traumas at each other all over a fundamentally petty fight: katara wants to be included so she lashes out, the fact that she is telling toph what to do makes toph lash out, and it spirals from there. sokka is trying to tell toph that katara has a complicated relationship to motherhood, that her image of “mother” is not the same image toph holds in her mind. if he were saying that katara is a mom and that he sees her as his mom, their relationship would reflect that! but he literally treats her as a little sister. the entire show. the cactus juice incident is like the one instance of sokka needing katara to guide him, and it’s because he’s tripping balls. sokka relies on her, and yes, he relies on her care and compassion and help in many ways, but, and this is crucial, he also relies on her because she is his identity. i don’t think that’s something sokka can even truly recognize in himself, but it’s clear that on a subconscious level katara is his raison d’être, that taking care of his sister (as hakoda tells him, as kanna tells him) is his primary goal at all times. and that’s why he sees katara’s face. because his relationship to his mother is now defined by her sacrifice, the sacrifice he has inherited in her death. katara is everything to him; not because he sees her as his protector, but because he sees himself as her’s.

– ok this one may be kind of controversial……… but to be honest I don’t even really think that sokka and katara had an unfair division of domestic labor due to gender roles. which isn’t to say that those gender roles don’t exist (both in the show, as they are clearly demonstrated, or in real life, since i experienced them in my own family dynamic) or that or that sokka didn’t internalize them, obviously he did (katara also internalized gender roles, she just expresses those beliefs in less overt ways). but based on the little we know about kanna (who is the one making katara do laundry, not sokka, fwiw), i think it’s just far more likely that she kept making katara do domestic chores with her because she needed to keep her inside the house where she could see her. she’s a single grandma, she’s tired as fuck, and she knows that if given any sort of unstructured free time, her hyperactive granddaughter will use her waterbending to accidentally destroy what’s left of their village. which is more or less what happened eventually. and yeah it does suck that katara had to spend her valuable tween years washing her family’s disgusting sweaty socks instead of causing a ruckus, dating a new cute commie boy every week, and fostering intense rivalries with other girljocks, but it’s not like sokka was having a remotely better time so it’s hardly fair to blame him for that! imo her real “enemy” (ie, person looking out for her who made her do laundry) was gran gran but sokka was aligned w/ gran gran so in her mind he was also making her do laundry (the injustice!!!) …plus she did get to do all of those things eventually :)

sidenote: can we talk about how gran gran was so twisted for making katara wash sokka’s socks. like we established she’s making katara do that “for her own good” or w/e, but literally no teenage boy in the history of the world had wanted his little sister to wash his dirty socks for him. frankly, i bet sokka already washed his socks and then gran gran just made katara wash them again because she needed a way to keep her busy. katara’d be like “why do I have to stay indoors all day doing laundry why can’t SOKKA do his OWN laundry” and gran gran, who was just looking for the easiest way to keep an eye on her reckless, hyperactive granddaughter, would be like “okay then if you don’t want to do laundry you could always do your math homework instead...” “okay FINE i’ll do laundry” 

– i say this from experience (my brother is younger but also like a foot taller and freakishly strong), sokka’s extraordinarily high pain tolerance (often played to comedic effect) stems from katara beating the shit out of him every single day of their childhood, and him just. not being allowed to retaliate. (we see this throughout the show; she’ll often smack him while he just stands there and barely reacts.) as the older sibling u are simply not allowed to hit back. they can punch u, scratch u (i still have scars), push u over, and u just have to take it. even if they’re only like a year younger! and sokka doesn’t even consider this unfair, because that’s just how it is when you’re an older sibling. (zuko should take notes!) but he also knows how to get under her skin the exact right amount. just shitty enough that it’ll piss her off, but not enough to actually hurt her feelings (saying shit like “leave it to a girl to screw things up” or calling every guy she likes her boyfriend). he never actually crosses the line, but he does know exactly how to annoy her. katara, on the other hand, crosses the line to the point that she doesn’t seem to realize that there is a line?? (“the stars sure are beautiful tonight. too bad you can’t see them toph”) bc katara approaches everything from a righteous rage where she genuinely believes that she is justified in everything she does and says. classic baby of the family behavior, especially compounded by the fact that she was gassed up her whole life for being the special chosen one who brought hope back to their tribe. (she and aang have that to bond over, being Unique and Special and basking in that attention, but also the inherent grief of knowing that what makes them special is also what makes them alone, and knowing that if their people hadn’t been wiped out, they wouldn’t get to be the Hero, but they wouldn’t have to be, either.) 

– you probably wouldn’t know it from following me now, but as a kid i did not really care for sokka. like, don’t get me wrong, i liked him fine, but if you asked me to list my top 5 atla characters, he would not be on there. but now he and katara are tied for #1 in equal measure. and a large part of my own journey from liking sokka fine but not particularly caring about him as a child to him becoming my favorite character alongside katara as an adult was my progression from “oh he’s just katara’s brother” to “no he is actually so much more than that he’s brilliant and an invaluable member of their group” to “actually he is just katara’s brother.” but his role as katara’s brother is what makes him so awesome. like katara was always my favorite character and i think it’s very obvious as to why a young girl would latch onto this very heroic and empowering fantasy. and the older i got the more i appreciated her depth, her flaws, the ways in which she is messy and imperfect and human. and i came to appreciate sokka as an extension of katara, as a character who is entirely devoted to her, who sublimates himself to protect her. their bond is so special and beautiful to me because it is so fraught and tenuous and filled with grief, but also so authentic and adorable and genuine. 

i also think that getting older just necessitates appreciating sokka more. you go from being the baby who wants adventure to being the babysitter who is so fucking exhausted. i simply was not tired enough as a kid to See sokka and empathize with him. katara was far flashier and more exciting and easier to root for and enjoy. and i still do root for and enjoy her, and not just because she was formative for me, but because i will never stop finding nuances in her character that fascinate me, but i think sokka, as this depressed kid who feels fundamentally worthless and is far more morally grey than katara, is a character who is kind of an afterthought the first time you watch the show, especially as a child, even if you like his jokes or whatever (frankly i’ve always felt like toph is the funniest atla character overall). i think i’m in the unique position of having given this show so much real estate in my mind that i do genuinely believe that sokka is the most interesting and nuanced character in atla, but most people, even fans of sokka’s character, are just like, what the hell are you talking about. but he is! katara is the prototypical hero and narrator of this fantasy adventure quest narrative, and sokka is extremely not. which is why they play off each other so well, and why picking an Ultimate Favorite between them is actually impossible. 

– obviously i’ve stated before that i think katara should be chief, and i will defend that belief to the death, but i also think people interpret that as me saying that she is given a massive responsibility that she is forced to bear alone, and that’s like. definitely not. no. first of all i don’t see katara becoming chief for at least a few decades (just because aang has to be the avatar at 12 and zuko has to be the firelord at 16 doesn’t mean that there’s a power vacuum in the southern water tribe in immediate need of filling). once she becomes chief she already has a huge support network in place, including her friends and family, but also spanning beyond them, across her entire community. katara loves bonding with people and making new friends, and i definitely think she has people to help her as chief, it’s not a role she would have to take on alone. and of course, sokka would be there. i think sokka would sub in and be chief when katara needed a break (so if anyone’s like “well in lok they say that sokka was chief” this is my explanation for that lol) and they would basically lead the southern water tribe together. but also sokka would not want to stay in one place all the time, whereas i think by the time katara is like in her 30s she pretty much lives there permanently, because all her students and patients and family and friends are there (zuko visits frequently). she’d still travel with aang and go on little adventures, but her whole life she has wanted to liberate her people and rebuild her culture and contribute to her community in a significant way, and so i can’t really see her living anywhere or doing anything else.

– finally: i like to think that after kya’s death, sokka was the one to braid katara’s hair every day, and it was this little ritual for them. (in the unaired pilot, katara teases sokka for braiding her doll’s hair when he was six, and i totally think that’s canon even if it didn’t make it into the show.) but then at some point or another, after all the men left the tribe, katara decided that she could braid her own hair and she stopped asking sokka to do it for her. and then a little while after that katara was in a bad mood because she was reminded of her mom or her dad or any of the other problems in her life, so she started yelling at sokka that he doesn’t even braid her hair anymore because he’s too busy trying to be their father to be her brother, and sokka just stood there and hoped that once she took her frustrations out on him she’d feel better. and then years later katara saw sokka braiding toph’s hair and she freaked out both because she’s offended that toph would ask sokka over her but also that sokka would braid toph’s hair but not her’s. and sokka’s just like “well… she asked me to…” and katara doesn’t want to ask sokka to braid her hair since she has been doing it by herself for years now, but she also does miss having her hair braided. one day sokka walks in on zuko braiding katara’s hair for her and he’s just like “ok well now this is unacceptable” but katara’s just like “you started it when you braided toph’s hair” and so sokka has to let zuko braid his sister’s hair as if sokka’s entire life does not revolve around being katara’s big brother. yeah it’s fine. he’s fine with it. 

– as for all my other katara & sokka posts, featuring a whole assortment of analyses and headcanons, you can peruse this very full tag!

#sending this ask you may as well have unwittingly summoned a demon #only.... 3.6k words and 9 pages (on google docs) later...... #and i still have so much more to say tbh #goats !!! #khrystyav #asks #katara #sokka #katara&sokka #kanna&katara #don't know how to tag this #analysis #but only partially #most of it is just random thoughts #about the most insane codependent siblings of all time

[andromeda3116]

finally started reading the murderbot diaries because i kept seeing people talking about it and like. shit. okay, fine. this is my candy. space sci-fi set in a corporation-controlled semi-dystopian future, told from the pov of a snarky asexual part-organic sentient robot who has hacked itself into having free will, interwoven with an anti-capitalist, almost-whodunit plotline, and featuring strong platonic relationships as the emotional core of the series?

like, yes, okay, fine. jeez, next time just @ me

#the muderbot diaries #muderbot diaries #i've read the first four books in the last two days #i mean granted they go super-fast as they are novellas of like 150 pages #but still #i have been devouring them #they are so good #and i haven't put into words exactly what it says about what makes a person a person even if they're not human and don't want to be #but the fact that murderbot has strong emotions and sinks itself into comforting media that it's seen a million times #and it cares about its humans and even all the other random stupid decent people around it #it doesn't have to be human to be a person #to have value and worth and be deserving of respect and autonomy

[glossglamour]

HINDI ? ON HOUSE MD ??

#my country REPRESENT ! #gg.txt #house md #2x12 #wait i can read the title #but wtf is that on the page #on the sides #is that a different langaueg #is that sanskrit #or did they really make up random words .....

[spell-cleaver]

This is my fic for the Luke and Vader Holiday Fic Exchange! My giftee was @pebblish <3

Luke Skywalker has always known that he can transform into a dragon. He hates it.

Vader seized the X-wing.

His claws wrapped around the whole thing with a crunch. Metal shrieked. Luke, in hatchling form, howled in terror—his own roar, of sorts. If nothing else, it was high enough to shatter transparisteel, tearing apart the rest of the ship. Luke’s tiny body, unbound by the crash webbing now, launched into the black abyss.

Vader’s draconic grin was broad and gleaming.

It was so dark and cold, here. The one source of heat that Luke could rely on as a hatchling, the fire in his heart, seemed pitiful. Stars were pinpricks of light that blurred into oblivion when his vision wavered from the strain of it all. This was an extreme—and extremely stressful—environment.

But it was one that star dragons were designed for.

Luke’s wings, stubby and thick, spread. He flapped them. Something more than matter moved beneath them; he shot away from his ship, away from R2’s frantic attempts to steer it back towards him. Away from Vader. Towards the starlight, towards the distant silence, as far from the firefight as he could get.

Energy soared through him. His muscles trembled 

Read the rest on AO3!

#luke skywalker #darth vader #random words on a page #my writing #pebblish #the star dragon's fire

[pileofsith]

I have spend about a third of the past six months sick, it's really annoying and I am so tired. First I had a month long streak of three different antibiotics for a sinus/throat/ear infection combo right around Christmas, and I now got a sinus/ear/eye infection combo right before Easter.

The eye drops and ointment I have to take multiple times a day make my vision fuzzy.

#I was almost done with a new page too with just one half of a panel to draw tsk tsk #gnashing my teeth #also I have to redo every third word to write on my phone lol I have the eyesight of an acolotl right now #random rambling

[claitea]

just learned that eternal flower floette had pokedex entries written for it in usum, as well as descriptions for its signature move light of ruin in every mainline except bdsp despite it STILL not being obtainable. game freak i swear to god if you do not let this pokemon out of unused prison i'm going to blow up my house

#clai speaks #APPARENTLY IT WAS IN LEGENDS ARCEUS TOO???? #from xy to pla the description is the same so i'd believe it if like. move data gets copypasted between games #but in sv the wording was changed. so they were looking at it again and made the choice to change it. i hate this give me floette PLEASE #trivia page also says in a hotel minigame ligt of ruin can be chosen as the randomized name of a food and thats the ONLY-- #--legitimate way to know the move exists. thats so fucking funny. only hotel staff know this devastating ancient forbidden move #the playground rumors that could have started if the internet wasnt more widely accessible at the time #''dude i swear the hotel told me about a NEW HIDDEN MOVE i bet the pokemon that learns it is in the locked power plant''

[millersdjarin]

wow I love spending hours upon hours writing a fanfiction for people to read for free and then getting comments like this that discredit and disrespect my (and all fanfic writers') hard work and time 🙃

#my chapters are small?? thats not what your mum said #i know that makes no sense i just 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ #ellie's rambles #fanfiction #why are people like this. why would someone leave a comment like this #what are you hoping to achieve #like oh yes im so sorry random stranger i will now adhere to your every request #ALSO THIS FIC IS 150K WORDS WHAT DO U WANT FROM ME #THAT IS LITERALLY MORE THAN A 600 PAGE BOOK #din djarin fanfic

[albatris]

hehehehehehehhe *zooms out to admire my pages*

#the random red paragraph is where i started my camp nano words #so i can remember xD #i love 2 zoom out and look at my leetle pages #they are little they are book sized #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears

[stevethehairington]

book 5 of the year done!!!! im literally one book away from halfway to my goal and the first month of the year isn't even over yet fjsksk i am DEFINITELY going to hit it this year!

#SUUUUPER bummed to say tho that ive made it to the first book of the year i havent enjoyed :/ #the worst part is — its the first in a series apparently and like. i WANT to know what happens next #but also i dont CARE enough to want to keep reading the rest of the series yknow? #like. this first book was just SOOOO disjointed #it was ALL exposition #it spent 500 pages giving individual backstories for each of the characters. as in each character l i t e r a l l y told their story #which first of all absolutely BORING way to get to know your characters and second of all NONE od these characters were even likeable!!! #and the worldbuilding was just. weird. it kind of didnt make sense and felt all over the place #and FULLY felt like he was just throwing random sci-fi-y words around to make it sound cooler but like. it wasnt. #and like all these characters are together on this pilgrimage right #but it is NEVER really revealed why/what they plan to do when they get to their end destination/anything like that #and im between each of these character backstories it feels like the same stuff one person is like oh wow what a story lets get some sleep #and then they do and they wake up and they do the tiniest bit of traveling #(which is like. described in the most lackluster barebones way) and then they eat and share another story and rinse and repeat #it was SO boring #it honestly reminded me of the movie the eternals LMAO #all these characters and you get to know a little about them but not enoguh to become invested and none of them are all that interesting #and the purpose of their journey/the purpose of THEM is completely unknown is completely devoid #like it felt like there was no plot #it was. ough not good. #so yeah would NOT recommend hyperion by dan simmons :/ #mack reads