I AM STILL IN SHOCK
How could you guys not see it?
They were stuck together a LOT in Book 1. They’re BFF jills/fuck buddies
what does this meannnnnn
it looks like poor bolin is gonna be all confused come book 2.
Honestly all I want from Book 2 is Bolin and Asami being awesome together while Korra and Mako sit in separate corners and think about what they’ve done.
Ok AtLA fandom real talk time: Aang, Buddhism and fandom problems
in my admittedly short time in this fandom i’ve noticed an annoying and disturbing trend, and it has to do with how Aang is treated, characterized in fanworks, dismissed or harshly crtiqued. Granted i think the fact that a lot of these critiques come from zutara shippers is telling, and also saddening because as someone who ships Zutara, the Aang-hate has completely soured the shipping community for me (among other things). But I also think the way fandom perceives Aang has a lot to do with ethnocentrism, and the way we’ve all inculcated Christian storytelling tropes and good vs.evil dichotomies.
HERE is a great and illustrated example of this white Western trope using Miyazaki’s words.
I was initially gonna have this meta be about Aang and how understanding Buddhism is a key component to understanding Aang, but in light of some recent stuff I’ve read/seen I feel like I need to go point by and point and deconstruct some of the common fandom “issues” with Aang.
I’m going with Zuko!… What?
Iroh II and Zuko, airbender!Iroh AU (at least I’m assuming it’s AU)
At first, everyone thought Prince Iroh was just a very poor firebender (or a “late bloomer,” as grandfather Zuko would furiously insist.) He could only move flame through the air for short distances before it went out, and he couldn’t start his own at all, but he could do some things. He could make fires grow and put them out, he could hold the burning leaf as long as anyone his age, and he excelled at meditating with candles.
Give it air to make it grow, suffocate it to make it shrink. He couldn’t feel the heartbeat of the fire, but he could feel it breathe, and firebending came from the breath, right?
It wasn’t until he was six and, in a fit of frustration during a bending lesson that he just couldn’t master, he let out an angry puff of breathe that knocked his tutor right over. His mother was shocked and his tutor seemed scandalized, and as he listened to them argue he became more and more afraid that he’d done something very wrong. It was several hours later when his grandfather came and found him hiding in the gardens. Grandfather Zuko could be crabby and stern, but he was infinitely gentle that day when he took Iroh’s face in his hands and kissed his forehead and said “you are a child of my house and you will always be treasured and loved. Never, ever doubt that.”