reasonably cynical, stupidly optimistic

My toxic trait is that I will take weeks to make an online purchase because I have to decide what I want and then I have to make sure I'm getting the best price and then reaffirm with myself that I actually do want to spend money on this and then I have to actually get up to get my card out of my purse. And if I lose momentum at any point then the cycle pretty much starts over.

Most recent round of this has ended with me having to return the item for being defective. Back to square one.

I will die on the hill that Bucky should've been the one to take up Cap's shield

i’m going to be really honest with you guys i think the tendency to read the absolute worst possible intentions into every action you don’t agree with is getting too automatic and it’s eating you from the inside out

my controversial opinion is I don’t think Zuko was confused by “my first girlfriend turned into the moon”

he was there during siege of the North. he infiltrated the spirit oasis. he has an uncle who studies spirits and the spirit world. he watched the sky go dark then the moon suddenly reappear like everyone else in the entire world did. and most importantly he watched zhao get eaten by a giant godzilla fish spirit.

his entire life since he saw that beam of blue-white light in the south pole has been ‘this day has already been so goddamn weird’

The only really new information was that that was Sokka’s girlfriend

Also, Iroh was there? He literally watched Sokka make out with the moon spirit. And you want to tell me that a romantic sap like him would not have immediately told Zuko about this romantic tragedy? Please, Zuko has known about this for ages, he just knows that this is not an acceptable situation in which to say “yeah, I know.”

[image: tags by samwisethebold: #it’s not that he doesn’t get what sokka means #it’s that how on earth do you respond to that]

When you put it like that, this is actually a legendary display of tact on Zuko’s part

Gave Princess her first bath today. Didn't know how it was going to go as on the one hand she is a cat and a kind of finicky old lady but on the other she never chooses violence. Figured out she will not tolerate being put in a tub of water, but she'll let me pour water over her. She sang me the songs of her people, but we made it through with not even an attempt scratching. She didn't run and hide when we were done, but she's scared of the hair dryer, so I toweled her off as best I could and now she's roaming the apartment looking like a drowned Victorian child.