“you have nothing.” she said, her voice taunting. “You are nothing.”
“ give in.”
And in that moment, he decided not to. not ever. he, who had everything ripped from him when he was four. and when he was nine. and over and over again, and for it got nothing but blank stares and empty apologies and promises always broken.
He decided he would take the ash of the bridges burnt by circumstance of birth and ignorance of others, and grow roses. and laugh in the faces of the fates and spit in the eye of the devil, face god and raise a middle finger.
On that day - a perfectly ordinary Wednesday - a boy, thought by everyone to be a little dull, whose life someone might call tragic and forget, decided to become extraordinary.
and so he fought back - after all, when life gives you lemons, squirt them in its eyes.
"You have no friends, no family, nothing. You're pathetic. Just die, you know the world will be better off without you."
"I'm gonna do exactly the opposite cause I'm fuelled by spite."
Warning Signs of Satanic Behavior. Training video for police, 1990
since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...
This post on r/AmItheAsshole (and the OP’s follow-up responses) have me cry-laughing – please enjoy
A good thread on whether “queer” is a slur and if it should be used or not.
that time in high school when my computer died and i was so deeply distraught i legit wrote an entire obituary for a laptop
I have tragically yet seen a A:TLA crack fic where canon! sokka gets suck in a modern, no powers AU. While juggling his counter identity, the everlasting bullshit that's American high school, bumbling at modern devices and slang, avoiding his sister and dad of this universe, and trying to find his way home... he's just like, huh. It's nice to have a hot minute thats not being a child soldier. And thus begins Sokka's journey doing absolutely batshit insanity thinking its even remotely in the ballpark of normal which includes but is not limited to:
• Joining the cheerleaders thinking that they’re like the kyoshi warriors. Furthermore seeing the make-up and skirt as integral to the art. (He's not wrong, and pulls it off amazingly)
• Met in universe Zuko, whos currently a jerk, but isn't also a human flamethrower and literally hunting him down. Sokka's just normal about it while Zuko insistences they're rivals. They fight in the hallways at least once (less a fight and more of zuko frantically throwing punches and Sukka ducking and blocking with the utmost and infuriating chill.)
• Wants money. So what does he do? Goes to a karate competition. Wins. Then proceeds not to tell anyone. Not out of any actual secrecy but because this is pretty standard Gaang stuff back home.
Que the frantic sensei that arrives at the door answered by the very confused Katara and Hakoda.
•Gets more into martial arts and literally freaking everyone out. Turns out, spending the majority of your short little life fighting, keeping up with, beating, and trying to survive from not only full grown masters, but also masters that can control forces of nature plus maybe a spirit or two makes you pretty damn good at fighting.
• Casual parkour. Twenty-four seven. On roofs. Climbing up brick walls. Gravity defying jumps. Ridiculous reflexes.
Naturally the modern him that lands in his universe is just screaming 24/7. But hey, they both go home in the end. Canon sokka gets a break, modern sokka gets a crisis, as a treat.
we should start carving jack o’lanterns out of turnips again, this shit fucks
it’s me i’m getting the sword
reblog to give a trans man a sword
thought this said god. i guess it’s a matter of perspective
hot take: gold is ugly actually
my sister made me take this off of Instagram because she said too many people will believe me.