The Great Flood was well written, and has a lot of interesting moments, but in the end it’s just disappointing. The way the story treats AI would have been fairly average futuristic musings a decade ago, but now it feels a bit naive or like propaganda. I also didn’t love the message, which seemed to be that a mother’s love is? The source of emotion? A higher plane of feeling? Going to save the world, etc.
The dialogue and plot were very well done but I finished the story dissatisfied because the message just didn’t feel important enough to fit the setting.
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a/n: somewhat connected to this jaemin panty fucking fic, but can be stand alone.
You gasp as Jaemin presses himself against you, the solid heat of him obvious even through the thin cotton of your panties.
He’s got you pinned at the edge of the bed, hips rolling forward in slow, deliberate thrusts that drag his cock right along your soaked folds. The fabric is damp, clinging, doing absolutely nothing to hide how turned on you are — how every movement has you aching.
“Fuck,” he mutters, breath hot against your neck, hands firm on your hips as he grinds harder.
His cock slides up your slit again and again, the blunt pressure catching on your clit every time, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you without ever quite giving you what you want. It’s torture, the way he keeps himself just shy of where you need him, the rule unspoken but clear — no penetration. Just this.
Your panties are completely ruined now, slick enough that you can feel how wet he’s made you through the fabric. Jaemin groans low, hips stuttering when his cockhead nudges insistently at your entrance, still separated by that thin barrier.
He leans in, teeth grazing your jaw, breath uneven.
“You feel so fucking good like this,” he murmurs, like it’s taking everything in him not to lose control.
Then it happens.
On a sharper thrust, the fabric shifts. Just enough.
You both freeze as the head of his cock slips past the edge of your panties and presses straight against your bare entrance — warm, smooth, unmistakably skin on skin. It’s only the tip, but the sensation is immediate and overwhelming, a sudden stretch after all that teasing denial.
You suck in a breath, body tensing as your walls flutter around that accidental intrusion.
Jaemin swears under his breath, hips locking in place instead of pulling away. You can feel how hard he is, how the tip twitches against you, caught right at your opening.
His hands tighten on your hips like he’s grounding himself.
“Shit… I didn’t mean to—”
He cuts himself off when you clench, your body betraying you as you squeeze around just that much of him.
The panties are bunched uselessly to the side now, forgotten, and every tiny movement sends sparks up your spine. Jaemin shifts just a fraction, not pushing deeper, just letting the head slip in and out by accident, testing.
Your slick coats him instantly, making the sensation messy and unbearable.
He lifts his head to look at you, eyes dark, voice rough.
“Please,” he says quietly, like he’s asking instead of taking.
“Just like this. Just the tip. Don’t make me stop now.”
Your knees threaten to give out, the partial fullness making everything throb. You nod before you can overthink it, breath catching as you whisper his name.
That’s all the permission he needs — not to thrust, not yet, but to stay right there, pressed into you, letting the tension coil tighter and tighter between your bodies.
His eyes darken with raw hunger, and he exhales sharply, his grip tightening on your hips.
Slowly, he pushes forward, the swollen head of his cock stretching your slick entrance, sliding in with a deliberate drag that makes your walls clench around him.
The sensation is electric—bare skin on skin, no fabric between you now, just the intense heat of him invading your core.
Your panties remain pushed aside, the damp cotton brushing against your thigh as he holds still, buried only to the tip, his shaft throbbing against your folds.
But Jaemin's restraint cracks almost immediately. You feel it in the way his breath stutters, his muscles tensing under your touch.
“God, you're so fucking tight,” he groans, his voice low and strained, like he's fighting every instinct to plunge deeper.
He rocks his hips in tiny increments, pulling back just enough to tease your opening before nudging in again, but each time, he sinks a fraction further.
The stretch builds gradually, his thick length inching past that initial barrier, your pussy yielding to the slow intrusion with wet, sucking sounds that fill the air.
You gasp as another inch slips inside, the fullness making your inner muscles flutter and grip him tighter.
He's obsessed, you can tell—his gaze locked on where your bodies connect, watching his cock disappear bit by bit into your raw heat. Sweat beads on his forehead, his control fraying as he murmurs,
“I can't… fuck, it feels too good. Just a little more, please.”
His hands slide up to your waist, pulling you closer while he thrusts shallowly, each movement burying him deeper without fully committing.
The friction is maddening, your juices coating his veined shaft, easing the way as he loses himself in the velvet squeeze of your depths.
Your legs wrap around him instinctively, urging him on despite the original boundaries, and he takes it as silent approval.
Another slow push, and half his length is sheathed inside you now, the pressure hitting that sensitive spot deep within. Jaemin's hips stutter, his pace faltering as he fights the urge to ram home—but the obsession wins out.
He leans down, capturing your nipple between his teeth, sucking hard while he inches even further, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with a jolt of pleasure-pain.
“You're pulling me in,” he rasps against your skin, his control shattering as he starts to fuck you in earnest, slow and deep, addicted to every slick slide into your clenching pussy.
Your mind races with the intensity of it all, the line between tease and surrender blurring as Jaemin’s cock sinks deeper into your soaked pussy.
The fullness is overwhelming, every ridge and vein dragging against your sensitive walls.
A flicker of the original boundary sparks in you.
“Jaemin, wait—”
Your breath stutters, the words falling apart as your body stays pressed to his, heat pooling low in your stomach.
He stills immediately, eyes wide with a mix of shock and desperation.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers shakily. “I’m trying—”
He shifts like he means to pull back, but the moment he moves, your body tightens around him. The heat of you is too much.
His breath breaks, control slipping completely as his hips snap forward instead, burying him to the hilt in one desperate thrust.
“I’m sorry,” he chokes, voice cracking as he loses himself to the sensation.
He doesn’t stop.
And you don’t make him.
Your pussy stretches around his full length, the sudden depth making you cry out, stars bursting behind your eyelids from the raw friction.
“Sorry, fuck, I'm so sorry,” Jaemin apologizes again, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush, but his body doesn't listen.
He pulls back only to slam in harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room as he sets a brutal rhythm. Each plunge is unyielding, his thick shaft pounding into you with relentless force, hitting that deep spot that sends jolts of unwanted ecstasy racing up your spine.
You feel every inch of him claiming you, his balls slapping against your ass with each powerful drive, your juices squirting out around his pistoning cock, soaking the sheets beneath.
He leans over you, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping from his brow as he groans apologies between gritted teeth.
“Can't stop… you feel too fucking perfect inside. God, your pussy's milking me—sorry, baby, I swear I'll make it up to you.”
But his thrusts only grow more savage, hips grinding against yours in a frenzy, the head of his cock battering your cervix with every brutal entry.
Your legs tremble, locked around his waist despite your protests, your body arching into the invasion as pleasure coils tight in your belly, betraying your words.
Jaemin's breath hitches, his pace faltering as his release builds.
“Shit, I'm gonna—”
He yanks himself out abruptly, the sudden emptiness ripping a whine from your throat before you can stop it. Your pussy clenches around nothing, aching and hollow from the loss, walls fluttering desperately as if begging him to fill you again.
He strokes his slick cock furiously, veins bulging under his fist, and with a guttural moan, he erupts. Thick ropes of hot cum splatter across your panties, the fabric already pushed aside now drenched and sticky, some landing on your mound and dripping down to mix with your arousal.
He paints you messily, pulse after pulse coating the cotton barrier that started it all, his body shuddering as he milks every drop onto you.
You whine louder, the sound needy and involuntary, your hips bucking up toward the warmth of his spend even as the emptiness throbs inside you.
Jaemin collapses beside you, chest heaving, his hand gently stroking your thigh as he catches his breath, eyes flicking to your face with a mix of guilt and lingering hunger.
It IS true that being on here gives you a tumblr accent. This morning my mother asked me something and i replied "i don't know i've never heard these words in that order" and she nearly choked laughing. It wasn't even that funny
at my old job i had a coworker who was tired and made a coffee with like 6 or 8 shots of espresso and i just casually went up to them like “are you trying to meet god?” and not only was this absolutely hilarious to them but they brought it up in future conversations they thought it was so funny but to me this was just as casual as saying “woah that’s a lot of coffee”
Being funny on Tumblr and then going to be funny in real life is like traveling to a foreign country and baby the currency exchange rate is biased in your favor
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we need to invent a way to explain how deep running and pervasive and subliminal racism and antiblackness is without immediately sounding like an insane conspiracy theorist
female characters are always lighter than male characters. strong characters are almost always dark. aggressive characters are almost always dark. peaceful and intelligent characters are almost always light. even amongst darker characters the lightest one is usually either the leader or the girls. dark is evil and light is good.
Synopsis : After a brutal battle, Levi finds you barely hanging on,and he’s pissed. You ignored his order to stay alive, and now he’s stuck between anger and relief, trying not to show how bad it actually scared him. (You aren't death don't worry)
Warning ⚠️ : hurt / comfort, angst , mentions of death and violence, some graphic details. Spelling mistakes
Pairings : levi Ackerman x reader
Words count : 14k+!
“They’re all dead.”
The words hit like a blade to the gut. You tightened your grip on your ODM gear, knuckles turning white as the scout delivered the grim report.
Five teams. Five entire teams, wiped out before they even had a chance to fight.
Your squad stood in stunned silence outside the walls, the wind carrying the distant, guttural roars of Titans. The plan had been simple,split into units, clear the Titans blocking the eastern route, and secure a safe path for the retreating supply wagons. But now…
Five teams were gone.
“Shit,” someone whispered.
Your heart pounded as you turned to Levi. He stood at the front, arms crossed, eyes shadowed by his lowered head. His silence was far more terrifying than anything else.
Then, finally, he spoke. “Change of plans.” His voice was steel. “We don’t retreat. We finish what they started.”
Your stomach twisted, but you nodded. There was no running now,not when their deaths would be in vain.
Levi’s sharp gaze flickered over the squad. “Stay close. Don’t do anything reckless. If you die, it better be after killing at least five Titans.”
A weak attempt at dark humor, but no one laughed.
You checked your blades, feeling the familiar weight of steel in your hands. The air was thick, suffocating, but you pushed it down. Fear wouldn’t save you. It never had.
Levi’s voice cut through the tension. “Move out.”
And with that, you launched into the air.
The moment your squad arrived, it was clear why the others had fallen.
Titans. Too many of them.
They lumbered through the ruins of what had once been an abandoned outpost, bodies crushed beneath their massive feet. You spotted at least fifteen, and those were just the ones in sight.
Your breath hitched. No way had the scouts been prepared for this.
“We’re going in,” Levi ordered, already unsheathing his blades. “YN, you take the left flank. Flank and slice, don’t linger.”
You nodded. Focus. Breathe. Kill.
The battle exploded around you.
You hooked onto a nearby rooftop, gas propelling you forward as your blade sank deep into the nape of the first Titan you reached. Blood sprayed, hot and thick, but you barely registered it as you twisted midair, avoiding the grasp of another.
Levi was a blur beside you. Effortless. Precise. Death itself.
A scream tore through the battlefield. One of your squadmates,gone in an instant.
No time to look. No time to grieve.
You cut down another Titan, barely dodging its flailing arm before moving on to the next. Your heart pounded, lungs burning as the fight stretched on.
And then
Something was wrong.
Levi’s voice snapped through your earpiece. “Regroup! NOW!”
You turned, eyes scanning for him,only to freeze.
From the treeline, a second wave of Titans emerged.
Your blood turned to ice.
You were outnumbered.
The second wave of Titans hit harder than you expected.
You barely had time to breathe before the first one lunged,massive, fast, and hungry. Your instincts kicked in, and you fired your hook into the nearest rooftop, propelling yourself into the sky just as its hand crashed down where you had stood.
“YN!” Levi’s voice cut through the chaos. You turned just in time to see him slicing through a Titan’s nape in a perfect arc, blood spraying across his uniform. His movements were precise, deadly,there was no hesitation in him.
You wished you could say the same for yourself.
You tightened your grip on your blades and dived down, slicing through another Titan just before it could grab one of your remaining squadmates. The battlefield was nothing but blood, screams, and chaos.
And then you heard it.
A scream,too close.
You whipped around just in time to see one of your comrades Lena,caught in a Titan’s grip. Her eyes locked onto yours for a split second before
CRACK.
The Titan bit down.
Your stomach lurched, bile rising in your throat as her body went limp. Gone. Just like that.
There was no time to grieve.
You forced yourself forward, moving on autopilot, dodging, slicing, killing but it was clear now.
This wasn’t a battle anymore. It was a massacre.
"Fall back!" Levi's voice rang out through the earpiece. "Regroup near the treeline!"
But you were too far. Separated.
Your gas was running low, and your muscles burned with exhaustion. You cut down another Titan, barely avoiding its grasp, when
Your wire snapped.
A Titan’s stray swipe hit your gear, sending you spiraling. Your body slammed into the roof of a broken-down building, pain exploding in your ribs. You couldn’t move.
Shit.
The ground trembled as a Titan lumbered toward you. Its mouth hung open, ready to devour, and for the first time, real fear sank into your bones.
You had no gas. No mobility. You were trapped.
Then, in a blur of black and silver
Levi.
He came down like death itself, his blades slicing through the Titan’s weak point in one clean motion. The body crashed beside you, shaking the earth, but he was already moving,ggfgrabbing you by the straps of your uniform and yanking you up.
"Can you move?" His voice was sharp, but underneath ityconcern.
You gasped, trying to steady your breath. "Yeah... just winded."
He didn't look convinced, but there was no time to argue.
More Titans were closing in.
Levi’s grip on your arm tightened.
"Stay close."
then you were moving. (Back to life)
You and Levi fought back to back, moving like two parts of the same blade.
He was ruthless, fast, untouchable. Every slice of his swords ended a life. Every move was calculated, precise.
You did your best to keep up, lungs burning as you pushed through the pain in your ribs. You weren’t as fast as himyno one wasbut you knew how to fight.
You trusted him.
And hetrusted you.
But the Titans weren’t stopping.
The second wave had turned into a flood, and your squad was gone.
It was just you and Levi now.
"We're getting surrounded," you breathed, dodging a Titan's swinging arm. "What now?"
Levi didn’t answer immediately. His sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, calculating every possible escape route, every possible failure.
Then, he made his decision.
"We cut through."
You barely had time to react before he grabbed your hand and launched forward.
You lost count of how many Titans you killed. Five? Ten? Twenty?
Your arms were numb. Your body was on fire. Your ODM gas was almost gone. (Second gear brought by levi)
And then
Your blades snapped.
The Titan in front of you lunged, and you had nothing left to fight with.
You braced for impact, but Levi was faster.
He tackled you out of the way, the two of you crashing onto a nearby rooftop. His body shielded yours from the impact.
"Dammit, YN!" His voice was harsh, but when you looked up at him,his eyes told a different story.
He wasn’t angry. He was scared.
Levi Ackerman, humanity’s strongest soldier, was scared.
For you.
You tried to push yourself up, but pain shot through your leg. You looked down,a deep gash, bleeding badly.
Shit.
You weren’t getting out of this. Not alive.
Levi knew it too. His jaw clenched, his breath ragged. You could see it in the way his hands trembled, just barely.
For the first time, you saw the man behind the soldier.
And it broke you.
"Levi..." Your voice was hoarse. "Go. Leave me."
His expression darkened. "The hell I will."
More Titans were closing in. You were both running out of time.
You grabbed his wrist, nails digging into the fabric of his uniform. "Please. If one of us has to make it out of here, it should be you."
His eyes burned into yourszanger, frustration, something deeper, something he couldn’t say.
And then,chis grip on you tightened.
"Stay alive."
His voice was lower now. Almost desperate. Raw.
"That's an order."
Your breath caught.
It wasn’t just a command. It was a plea.
Even as the world burned around you, even as death loomed closer, he was still fighting for you.
And if Levi Ackerman was willing to fight for you
You couldn’t give up.
Not yet.
Not today.
The world was nothing but blood and chaos.
Titans surrounded you, their massive shadows looming over the crumbling buildings. You could hear their heavy, labored breaths, smell the stench of rotting flesh.
Your leg was useless, your gas was running low, and your blades were broken. You were a soldier with no weapons left to fight.
But Levi was still standing.
And he wasn’t backing down.
He was a force of nature.
With a flick of his wrist, he launched forward, a blur of black and silver. His swords tore through Titan flesh with effortless precision, movements too fast for your eyes to follow.
He cut down one. Then another. Then another.
But there were too many.
A Titan lunged from the side, and for the first time Levi didn’t see it coming.
“Levi—!”
You didn’t think. You just moved.
Your body slammed into his, knocking him out of the way just as the Titan’s hand came crashing down. You hit the ground hard, pain exploding in your already battered body.
But Levi,Levi was safe.
He was on his feet instantly, blades ready, but when he turned to you his face twisted in something close to fury.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?!” His voice was sharp, but his eyes his eyes were terrified.
He crouched beside you, checking for injuries with frantic hands. His fingers ghosted over your bleeding leg, your trembling arms. His jaw clenched when he realized how bad it was.
You laughed weakly, though there was no humor in it. “Had to save your ass at least once.”
“Shut up,” he snapped. But his voice was hoarse.
A Titan's roar echoed behind him, and his entire demeanor shifted.
The fear disappeared. The hesitation was gone.
What replaced it was cold, unrelenting fury.
He stood up, rolling his shoulders. His grip tightened around his swords, his stance lowering. Every movement screamed death.
And when he spoke his voice was lethal.
“I’ll kill them all.”
Levi Ackerman, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier
You had seen Levi fight before.
But never like this.
This was war.
He moved like a shadow, faster than your eyes could track. Every movement was precise, calculated deadly.
A Titan lunged at him he was already gone. He reappeared at its nape, his blades tearing through flesh before it even realized what had happened. Blood rained down, but he was already moving on.
Another Titan swiped at him he ducked, twisting midair, his blades slicing through its wrist before plunging straight into its weak point.
One by one, they fell.
But Levi wasn’t just fighting.
He was protecting you.
Every time a Titan got too close to your fallen form, he was there slaughtering, shielding, refusing to let them reach you.
And in that moment, you realized something.
He wasn’t fighting for humanity.
He wasn’t fighting for victory.
He was fighting for you.
Levi landed beside you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Blood so much blood stained his uniform, his skin, his hair.
But he wasn’t done.
He grabbed your arm, pulling you up despite your protests.
“We’re leaving.” His voice was strained, but it left no room for argument.
You tried to move, but pain shot through your leg. Your body swayed, and his grip immediately tightened.
You saw it then the brief flicker of panic in his eyes.
Levi Ackerman didn’t panic.
Levi Ackerman didn’t hesitate.
Levi Ackerman didn’t show fear.
But right now he was afraid.
For you.
You opened your mouth to say something, but then
A Titan’s shadow loomed over you.
Everything happened in a split second.
Levi turned.
The Titan lunged.
And it went for you.
Levi’s entire body reacted before his mind could.
He threw himself in front of you, blades up, but not fast enough.
The Titan’s hand swiped at him full force.
Levi went flying.
Your scream tore through the battlefield.
The Titan reached for you next.
You barely had time to process before your hands found the hilt of a fallen soldier’s blade.
You had no gas. No ODM. No strength left.
But you had this.
And if Levi was still breathing, you weren’t going to die here.
The Titan’s fingers closed around you, lifting you off the ground but your blade was already sinking into its hand.
It roared in pain, releasing you just enough for you to drive the sword straight into its eye.
It staggered. You twisted the blade deeper.
Then
A flash of silver. Again
Levi.
He was back.
Despite the blood dripping down his face, despite the pain slowing his movements he came back for you.
And with one clean strike, the Titan was dead.
The battlefield was silent.
The only sound was your ragged breathing. Levi’s labored exhales.
You collapsed to your knees, gasping, too exhausted to move.
Levi caught you before you hit the ground.
His arms wrapped around you, firm, steady,warm. His forehead rested against yours, breath shaky.
"I told you," he whispered. His voice wasn’t sharp this time. It was raw. “Stay alive.”
That was the first thing you felt when you woke up.
It crept through your body like fire, every muscle aching, every breath sharp. The scent of antiseptic filled your nose, mixed with something warm.
You tried to move. A mistake.
A sharp gasp left your lips, your body flinching at the pain in your ribs.
Instantly,a shadow moved beside you.
"You're awake."
Levi’s voice.
But not the one you were used to.
It wasn’t sharp. It wasn’t irritated. It wasn’t barking out orders or insults.
It was quiet. Low. Tense.
Your vision cleared, and there he was.
Sitting beside your bed, arms crossed, dark circles under his eyes. His uniform was still stained with dried blood,yours and his. His hair was messier than usual, like he had run his hands through it a hundred times.
His gaze was locked onto you, intense and unreadable.
But you knew Levi.
And this was the look of a man who had just been through hell.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then,Levi stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back.
“Do you have any idea how fucking stupid that was?”
The anger in his voice caught you off guard. Your throat was dry, but you still managed a weak, “Good to see you too.”
Levi didn’t laugh. He didn’t even roll his eyes.
He just stared at you.
Then he turned away, hands gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white.
“You almost died,” he said, voice low. “Do you understand that?”
The air in the room shifted.
You swallowed, trying to ignore the sharp pain in your ribs. “Yeah. I know.”
“No. You don’t.” Levi’s jaw clenched. He took a slow, measured breath like he was trying to stop himself from breaking something.
Or maybe… from breaking himself.
You had seen Levi angry before.
You had seen him furious, ruthless, cold.
But this?
This wasn’t anger.
This was something else.
“Levi…” Your voice was softer now. “I-”
“Don’t.”
His hands trembled for just a second before he clenched them into fists. He still wasn’t looking at you.
“Do you think this is a game?” he asked. “Throwing yourself in front of me like that?”
“I wasn’t-”
“You did.” He finally turned, and his eyes
His eyes were burning.
“I could’ve handled it. I always handle it. But you-” His breath hitched, just barely. “You shoved me out of the way. And then you were on the ground. Bleeding. Barely breathing.”
You swallowed hard.
Levi took a step closer.
“You almost died,” he repeated. His voice cracked this time. “And I-”
He stopped himself.
His hands were shaking.
Levi Ackerman’s hands were shaking.
And suddenly, you understood.
This wasn’t just about you almost dying.
This was about him almost losing you.
You forced yourself to sit up hissing in pain but Levi was there immediately, pressing you back down.
“Stop moving, idiot.”
But his hands on your shoulders were too tight. Like he was scared that if he let go, you’d disappear.
You looked up at him, really looked at him.
This wasn’t Levi, Humanity’s Strongest.
This was Levi, the man who had lost too many people.
And almost lost you, too.
Your voice was quiet. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Levi’s breath hitched again. His hands didn’t move from your shoulders.
“You did,” he admitted.
That was it.
That was the moment everything changed.
Because Levi didn’t admit things like this.
He didn’t talk about fear, about loss. He didn’t let people see the cracks beneath the surface.
But he was letting you see them now.
Your throat tightened. “Levi, I-”
His fingers curled into the fabric of your blanket.
“just please,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
And for the first time,you understood what he really meant.
It wasn’t just about the mission.
It wasn’t just about orders.
It was about you.
Levi wasn’t asking you to live for the sake of humanity.
He was asking you to live for him.
Neither of you spoke for a while.
The only sound was your breathing, the distant murmurs of soldiers outside.
Finally,Levi sat back down beside you, exhaling slowly.
“…I stayed here all night,” he muttered. “Hange tried to drag me out. Didn’t work.”
Your lips twitched. “That’s probably the first time Hange ever failed at something.”
Levi gave a soft snort, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I meant what I said,” he added after a pause. “Stay alive.”
You met his gaze.
“I’ll try.”
His jaw clenched. Not enough.
“You will.”
And then,Levi did something that made your heart stop.
He reached for your hand.
Not roughly. Not like an order.
Softly. Carefully.
Like he wasn’t sure if he had the right to.
His fingers brushed over yours before finally settling warm, steady, firm.
i absolutely love how intertwined essek and caleb's stories are this season. these moments in particular capture the essence of their journeys thus far: accepting the death that they have brought upon their families. the broken expression on their faces, the shaking hands as they reach out to who is now lost forever; these men could not be any more similar.
essek, whose primary motivation for stealing the beacon was to find a cure for his mother, failed in his pursuit, was forced to kill her with his own hands, and has lost her soul forever. caleb, whose primary function was to brutally assassinate empire traitors, was so heavily indoctrinated that he believed that damning his family to a fire of his own making was an honor. while essek and caleb were both pushed to these circumstances by their nations, either through an oppressive religion or extremist propaganda, it was ultimately their decisions that caused their families' deaths, their hands that took their lives, and their eyes that watched them die.
essek and caleb are seemingly irredeemable, their truest sense of self now buried beneath their rage and suffering. if season one captured them at their lowest points, then season two will show us if they will choose to descend deeper into the pain caused by their own failures or if they will choose to claw their way out of it and remake themselves anew. their journeys moving forward will be fascinating to witness.
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Saw this frame on a different reblog by @thatssroughbuddy but why does it look like Iroh is using his phone to take a photo of his nephew at a landmark
i'm ending the tumblr embargo on these bisexual-ass movies trump is president and I need horny weird woke fantasy to be cool again I'm so serious.
Nah- fuck it. i think it's punk as fuck cameron got disney to bankroll his weird horny hippie childhood dream project and spend 15 years on it instead of shitting it out with CGI sweatshops and "we'll decide where they'll have this convo in post." 100% sincere, no whedon speak, no constant nods at the 4th wall, no relying on rebooted IP or extended universe for inspo. they put a whale on trial. they are putting a whale on trial for murder in avatar 3. this is a serious plot beat with zero irony. the planet is a LAN network mixed with brains and plants that also happens to be god. post-knifeplay pillow talk in the trailer. autistic teenage jesus sigourney weaver.
when else do you see pure crackhead blank-check creativity like this in mainstream hollywood anymore I fucking love avatar. i think it's stupid that this site gushes over films like Atlantis: the Lost Empire while avatar is off limits to talk about. we NEED weird ass art. take an edible, pretend you've never seen anything about these flicks, and revisit these films the same way you can for fucking twilight (a franchise with way more imo harmful content directly tokenizing and misrepresenting a REAL community of indigenous people).
this is my propaganda. Reddit chuds started whining about "no cultural impact" because a story that frontlines indigenous struggle against imperialism clashes with fashy notions of maintaining a cultural canon. If something has no cultural impact, that must mean its themes have no cultural relevance, which is why they want to pretend these movies were a massive flop so damn much. criticize the movies all you want but Jesus Christ stop using the chud revisionist line about it. it's cringe. talk about divisive art. if we don't talk, bad actors will spin it to fit their fascistic cultural narrative in any space they can, including blue people.
anyway the big bad gets pet like a dog in this one. go see fire and ass 🤚my final message
on the less serious note, disney let james cameron make an environmentalist movie that also involves the big bad being very turned on by Sexy Witch Who Cut Him With Her Knife while he's on drugs and makes it very clear they fucked. I love Quaritch/Varang and their whole horny kinky dynamic.
on the more serious note, this is a very technically well made, no-AI movie where they keep defeating the humans trying to destroy the environment, entire species (shout-out to the marine biologist in Avatar 3), and all the Na'vi, and in this day and age? I'll take it. even if it started out a bit "Pocahontas with blue people, white military dude saves the indigenous people"
i'm ending the tumblr embargo on these bisexual-ass movies trump is president and I need horny weird woke fantasy to be cool again I'm so serious.
Nah- fuck it. i think it's punk as fuck cameron got disney to bankroll his weird horny hippie childhood dream project and spend 15 years on it instead of shitting it out with CGI sweatshops and "we'll decide where they'll have this convo in post." 100% sincere, no whedon speak, no constant nods at the 4th wall, no relying on rebooted IP or extended universe for inspo. they put a whale on trial. they are putting a whale on trial for murder in avatar 3. this is a serious plot beat with zero irony. the planet is a LAN network mixed with brains and plants that also happens to be god. post-knifeplay pillow talk in the trailer. autistic teenage jesus sigourney weaver.
when else do you see pure crackhead blank-check creativity like this in mainstream hollywood anymore I fucking love avatar. i think it's stupid that this site gushes over films like Atlantis: the Lost Empire while avatar is off limits to talk about. we NEED weird ass art. take an edible, pretend you've never seen anything about these flicks, and revisit these films the same way you can for fucking twilight (a franchise with way more imo harmful content directly tokenizing and misrepresenting a REAL community of indigenous people).
this is my propaganda. Reddit chuds started whining about "no cultural impact" because a story that frontlines indigenous struggle against imperialism clashes with fashy notions of maintaining a cultural canon. If something has no cultural impact, that must mean its themes have no cultural relevance, which is why they want to pretend these movies were a massive flop so damn much. criticize the movies all you want but Jesus Christ stop using the chud revisionist line about it. it's cringe. talk about divisive art. if we don't talk, bad actors will spin it to fit their fascistic cultural narrative in any space they can, including blue people.
anyway the big bad gets pet like a dog in this one. go see fire and ass 🤚my final message
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