You ever think about how in The Headband, we’re introduced to a side of the Fire Nation that’s had its culture whittled away by a hundred years of imperial wartime propaganda. And how perhaps the most damning expression of this is that students are forbidden from dancing. And so Aang, maybe the only person on the planet who still truly remembers the Fire Nation of old, from before the war, brings it back to them.
And then we get to The Firebending Masters. Zuko’s entire young adulthood has been spent using his anger towards the Fire Nation’s enemies, his drive to capture the Avatar, as a crutch. And now he doesn’t have that crutch anymore. So he and Aang set out on a pilgrimage, going to the birthplace of firebending itself, in search of answers. In search of a way to express the power of fire that isn’t fueled by rage or smothered by fear. And they find a dance.
kaiba never had to claw through middle management to get to CEO, he just landed straight at the top, so i think his passive-aggressive email skills are terrible. he’d never hit you with the “per my last email” seething diplomacy the rest of us have to do, he’d just be like “do you know how to read? it was in my fucking email” meanwhile pegasus DOES do passive-aggressive emailing, but not because he was ever the junior executive manager of whatever, he’s never needed to play horrifying mind games of mutually-assured destruction with the marketing operations coordinator. it’s because he’s just passive-aggressive for real, and he plays horrifying mind games for fun. kaiba these licensing terms are so funny, i had quite the laugh this morning over my mimosa! :-) i’ve never thought of you as capable of jokes but I see you can still take me by surprise. now send me the real terms, please. ASAP. <3
prayer to whichever dead catholic person is most appropriate: may I not have to run a whole week of surprise camps on crutches. in a knee brace.
Im agnostic raised liberal protestant, but absolutely the catholics got saints right. Sometimes your problem is so fucking specific you need Some Guy. If you’re listening, Guy of Workers Who Have Strain Injuries,
No fucking WAY, there’s actually a knee injury Guy? Catholicism accidentally reinventing the medical specialty system……
I know you’re wondering: are there slutty pictures of him revealing his knees?
Saint Roch, by Francesco Ribalta, c. 1625, Museo de Bellas Artes, Valencia
[image id: st. Roch staring soulfully and hiking up his robe to show that his thigh has a bubo on it, also sluttily revealing his knees]
To clarify for my new followers, my own political philosophy is techno-dystopian utilitarian monarchism, i.e. using invasive mass surveillance to identify an ideal ruler and forcing that person to be king against their will.
