SU and vld stans do not interact and/or follow. What you can expect to find here? A lot of opinions on fandoms, ships and tropes. anti depicting pedophile and incest ships as normal and healthy. This includes stepfamily dynamics and similar. Also includes teacher and student ships. Still not over gltas.
i hope madison reyes never needs to get her tooth gap fixed
it makes her cute and unique without having to do anything extra
it's like a a feature that's just hers
cant be replicated
and that's rare in a career field that's very image concious
if she were to get it fixed that's one less thing that makes her standout out from the others in the same field
like yes she's talented, with singing piano dancing acting
but there's so many others who can probably do that too
her tooth gap gives her this approachable vibe like yes she's amazing but she's still human and not 100% flawless and you get that from a quick glance
it's like a beauty mark in that it should probably be regarded as a blemish but because she already radiates godess energy it just makes her seem wholesome?
edit: i have been made aware i made some stereotyping statements in this post so i have untagged it
i have no idea if editing this here will affect the reblogs but im not deleting the post as the reblog thread made me learn some things
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After all Zuko’s years of neglect and lack of love, why do they put him with someone as loving as a poisonous cactus? She never would tell Zuko things she admires in him. She would never tell him she loves him. She would never be affectionate towards him. She never said one nice thing about him as a person the whole series. She only says negative things about him. Hasn’t Zuko had that enough? I don’t understand why they put him with Mai. Of all characters… why Mai? It doesn’t compute.
Uh, Mai openly admits to caring deeply about Zuko, in about a quarter of the episodes we see her in? They’re shown cuddling and Mai legitimately risked everything to help Zuko escape the Boiling Rock and made things worse for herself by stating that she loves Zuko more than she fears Azula? She’s shown to have liked him since childhood? They show legitimately one of the healthiest Fire Nation relationships we see? Like, go ahead and ship whatever you like, but don’t demonized the canon love interest just because you ship them with someone else?
Lol any abuser can say that they love someone. That doesn’t mean they’re not abusive.
I’m not demonizing it for another ship. It demonized itself and I’m calling the writers out on writing something so horrible.
Mai and Zuko’s relationship is purely physical. There is not one instance in which she is there for him emotionally. Zuko tries to make her happy multiple times. Mai has no respect for Zuko. She never says one good thing about him. She doesn’t understand him nor try to. She disagrees with him standing up against his abusive father. She doesn’t even know who he is other than some kid she ogled at when she was six. Their relationship is shallow and cold.
It’s a paragon for male emotional abuse and people’s defense of it is a classic case of dismissing the severity. I think it’s very sad, knowing and loving some victims of female on male emotional abuse in a romantic relationship myself.
Things we see Mai do:
-crushing on him from a young age
-cuddling with him on a sofa
-comforting him over the fact that he wasn’t invited to a war meeting
-having a romantic picnic
-staying with him at the beach instead of wandering off somewhere more private
-yelling at him for attacking a guy for talking to her
-comforting him again when he admits that he’s confused
-he left her a fucking letter to let her know he was betraying his country and dumping her, the in-universe equivalent of breaking up over text
-she interrogated him in a cell to ask for answers, not out of malice
-Mai was raised with the same patriotic propaganda as seen in our glimpses of Fire Nation life, of course she’d hold some sense o patriotism
-so basically she had the right to be pissed
-you could see tears in her eyes when Zuko left her a second time and locked her in that cell
-she helped him escape the Boiling Rock alongside two known companions of her country’s greatest enemy
-knowing that she would probably be imprisoned or executed for treason, with legitimately no possible gain unless you count telling off Azula
-going out of her way to tell a psycopathic lightning bending princess that she loved Zuko more than she feared her.
Things we don’t see Mai do:
-manipulate or attempt to control Zuko in any way shape or form. She’s always upfront with him about their relationship and her feelings during it, and she supports him even to the point of endangering herself
Honestly, I actually ship her with Ty Lee and the relationship felt a bit flat to me, but having witnessed and researched abuse, Mai was far from abusive and I’m a bit offended that you’re trying to sell her as the bad guy when about half of season three is meant to show that people are complex and are more than their base character traits.
I’m very offended that you are trying to show that these very abusive things are not abuse, to be honest. All of those things you named do not negate her abusive behavior. Mai never, ever supports Zuko. She only does the opposite. She’s almost equally manipulative as Azula. Azula manipulates her, but that excuses absolutely nothing, nor does her pompous upbringing. I ship Mai with no one, unless they’re also a horrible person, because as Smoke and Shadow shows us, she’d abuse any partner, as she does her new boyfriend, Kei Lo, in that series.
Things we see Mai do:
• The Awakening: Mai tells Zuko that his abuse is “silly” and refuses to listen to his very real worries and fears about facing his abuser again after three years away. Zuko opens up, and Mai yawns at him, tells him “I just asked if you were cold, I didn’t ask for your whole life story.” Then, Mai leaves him alone outside, visibly distraught over a very real fear. She does not care about his life. She does not care about the past three years she did not see him. All she cares about is that when she was six, she thought he was cute, and he’s the prince, so that’s pretty cool to date him. The Awakening is the first scene in which we, the audience, are show their relationship. The only foresight we are shown is in a half-assed comic strip in a magazine only diehards would know about. In that comic strip, Mai also is set up as a manipulative scheme by Azula to be with Zuko. Mai also throws an ice dagger at his head, and laughs when he tells her that wasn’t okay.
• The Beach: Mai ridicules Zuko the entire beginning of the episode. She scoffs at him when he brings her ice cream, and mocks him. She derides him for giving her a shell. She barks at him at the party and orders him around like a dog. She slaps him by the campfire. She screams at him, encouraging Azula and Ty Lee to shout at him aggressively to open up about his strife until he emotionally cracks.
• Nightmares and Daydreams: Mai only cares about Zuko’s royal perks. Zuko is visibly distressed, and all she cares about is fruit tarts. Mai calls the war meeting “stupid” and reminds him “what happened the last time he went to a war meeting”, shoving his failure and biggest regret in his face. When he tries to open up again, she talks about fruit tarts. Mai kisses him on the couch and cuddles, but all they have is physical things. You are using cuddling as a pro to their relationship, but that has nothing to do with what a real, genuine, loving relationship should entail, which is support, love, understanding, and trust. They have none of that at all whatsoever.
• The Boiling Rock: Mai throws things at Zuko. Mai insults Zuko. Mai does not attempt to understand at all why Zuko left. When he explains, she shuts him down, again. She does not care about his dreams, hopes, beliefs, morals, or goals. All of these things are of exemplary importance to Zuko and integral to his character. Mai is gray morally and cares for nothing. Zuko talks about how he has to save his country, and she calls it a betrayal. This shows, beyond doubt, that she does not even know who Zuko is, nor does she care. Zuko told her she stood up to his abuser. Mai should be proud. He did it in a bad way, of course, but he did it to protect her, and she refuses to understand. She does sacrifice her life for him, but it felt like a last ditch to “convince the audience” she did care because it felt like we were supposed to believe she didn’t.
• Avatar Aang: Mai threatens Zuko with implicit violence to stay in a relationship. I don’t care if it was ~a joke~. Would that be funny if Zuko did it to Mai? Reverse the roles in any of these scenarios, and ask yourself, would you be okay with that portrayal if Zuko was a woman and Mai was a man? I don’t see how anyone could say yes. It’s harder to see abuse through a man’s lens due to the way society has crafted it, but once biases are set aside, this relationship is very disturbing.
(I don’t know how you feel about the comics. I think they’re shit, but if they are of any validity to you, it only paints Maiko in a harsher and more abusive light)
•The Promise: Mai abandons Zuko at his lowest moment when he is suicidal and people are trying to murder him just because he didn’t tell anyone he was so upset and felt he couldn’t confide in anyone and he went to his father because he was so low emotionally.
•The Search: Mai is not there for Zuko the entire heart-aching search for his long lost mother, arguably the most important mission of his entire life to him.
•Smoke and Shadow: Oh boy. Buckle up. There are so, so, so many fucked things Mai does in this, I have written several meta on it explicitly. I’ll try to précis for you. Mai exploits a boy who loves her to get to Zuko. Mai witnesses her father attempt to kill Zuko and his entire family, and lets her father go. Zuko asks Mai upfront if her father is leading the coup that tried to assassinate him, and she lies to his face, saying no, therefore endangering Zuko and his whole family’s lives. Mai knows that her father will stop at nothing to kill Zuko, he told her this, and she still says nothing. Mai defames Zuko the entire time. She says he is a terrible fire lord. She says that he is turning into his father. She slanders his choice in friends. When she is forced to come clean for her little brother’s sake, not Zuko’s, or because she feels guilty or scared for him, she yells at Zuko for not instantly sympathizing with her situation and for being upset. This is the definition and paragon of gaslighting. Zuko should have had her executed for aiding and abetting: treason. She never apologizes once to him, instead: she makes Zuko apologize.
Mai is a horrible person. This would be fine, if the narrative did not try to tell us she was a good person. This is gross, and flawed writing.
I just realized something, you see, I love the fact that Zuko jumped in front of lightning for Katara cause it shows how Zuko is as a person, not because of the implication of Zutara or whatever. Yes, it’s a beautiful scene, and it shows how strong their friendship has grown. It shows Zuko’s selflessness. But let’s say it wasn’t Katara, like maybe it was Toph or Sokka or even Suki, will Zuko do the same? A 100% yes. He’d do it without thinking, because that’s just how Zuko is.
You know what’s the best part about the Agni Kai that screams ZUTARA? It’s these; Zuko reaching out for Katara even with all the pain he’s in and Katara reaching for him in desperation even with Azula on the offensive.
From a storytelling/storyboarding perspective, these frames show that they were each other’s priorities even in the midst of the chaos.
the way zuko’s hand is shaking from the pain but he’s still reaching out to her. katara’s hand coated in water ….. ofc it’s to fight against azula- but also? you just know she wanted to heal him right then and there …. oh my zutara☹️
I'm still working on the pirate AU piece i have, but in the meantime....
Happy pride month, butch Sylus anyone? And I'm gonna pair her with my goth baddie MC/sona
Her hair is inspired by Silverwing Fiend
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people always talk about someone getting fucked stupid but what about a top going stupid while fucking someone? their brain shuts off and they just become a horny mutt with the only goal of getting off as hard as they can, breeding their sub. incoherent whimpers and moans of pure lust and desire. just a thought
< Intro | Chapter 1
Self aware Sylus x gn reader, hurt/comfort
CW: vomit, derealization, general sickness
wc: 1.7k
You slowly stir back into consciousness, a gooey exhaustion clinging to your entire body and weighing you down uncomfortably. A wave of motion sickness flows through you as you attempt to sit up, having to try multiple times in order to get your aching muscles to cooperate.
Your vision spins as you try to reorient yourself. Everything feels just slightly wrong, like a space you were once familiar with has been tampered with, all your belongings moved an inch out of place, causing your body's instinctual memory to falter and stumble over what once felt natural.
But, by far, the greatest discomfort comes from your heart. It aches, a deep, pulsing pain; and it thumps harder than it ever has in your life. Each beat jostles your whole body, and you slump over, your hands clasped over your chest as you tremble.
After a couple of deep breaths to hold the nausea at bay and attempt to calm yourself, you sit upright again, and your vision clears enough to be able to make out your surroundings.
You're in a large, intimidating room with gothic-style decor, dimly lit by flickering firelight that's dampened by walls painted completely black. Your aching body is gently cradled by silk sheets with the highest thread count you've ever felt. Something about this room tugs at the edges of your memory, but it slips away whenever you attempt to grasp at it. A canopy drapes above you, framing the view of a shadowy-looking city outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and…
You startle as your somewhat delirious mind finally takes notice of the figure seated in front of you. There's a pitcher of water with two expensive-looking glasses set on a table behind him, as well as a bowl of fresh fruit. He's slumped over in a luxurious armchair, his head resting on his knuckles as he breathes deeply, fast asleep. That's- no way, this can't be right.
You check your hands — five fingers on both, no abnormalities. You're wearing your usual pajamas, and the details are all there, down to the smallest stain. This is too clear to be a dream. This hurts too much to be a dream. So what, a psychotic break? Are you going insane?
Intense pain blooms deep in your skull, and you cover your face, holding back a shuddering sob. Chills and shivers wrack your body, and it takes everything you have to keep yourself from crying out and waking the stranger in front of you. The stranger, because there's no way that's who you think it is. He's not real. You must be going insane; it hurts so badly. You bite down on your palm to keep yourself quiet, tasting iron as your unease builds even further.
You have to get out of here. You have to get out of here. Dizzy and delirious, you climb out of bed, nearly collapsing to the floor just from trying to stay standing. You unsteadily stumble forward on legs shaking from the effort of holding up your own body weight, singularly focused on moving forward. You've never felt this weak before.
With a great amount of effort, you reach the door to the bedroom, and luckily, the door's hinges don't squeak as you push it open. You're relieved to have something to lean on, bracing your shoulder against the wall as you force yourself to keep moving forward.
You're unsure of your goal as you mindlessly limp down the hallway, peeking past the open doors in hopes of finding something, anything. No luck. Not even a promising-looking potential hiding place. Acid bubbles up in your throat, and you choke on a cough, just barely swallowing it back down. Your throat burns as the liquid retreats, but you know it likely won't be gone for long.
A bathroom. You need a bathroom. Shivering as another wave of chills rolls through you, you keep moving forward. There would have likely been one attached to the bedroom you woke up in, but you're not going to risk heading back in there, not when there's some sort of doppelganger at your bedside.
A wave of pain originating from your heart forces you to your knees, and you gasp, your vision blurring with tears. You struggle back up to your feet, and you think you catch a glimpse of red, beady eyes glowing in your direction from a vantage point up above. But when you try for a second glance, they're gone.
The nausea in the back of your throat is rapidly worsening, and it's looking like you won't get to a bathroom in time. You stumble into a random room, looking for a garbage can, but there's none in your limited field of vision. Acting on instinct, you crawl under a table in the corner like a defeated dog, curling up as you try to hold back the inevitable.
The ringing in your ears grows louder as tears drip down your nose, hand pressed to your mouth. You're too drained to flinch when you feel cool fingers brushing your neck as they carefully gather up your hair, holding it out of the way as another hand gently pries yours from your mouth, nearly engulfing it as a thumb rubs slow circles on the back.
"It's alright. Just let it out, sweetheart. I've got you."
You sob, a hiccup quickly followed by a cough, then a violent retch as your body expels a thick, viscous, black goo onto the ground in front of you. You don't even have enough time to be horrified before more quickly follows, this time mixed with the contents of your stomach.
It tastes awful, leaving a lingering burn in your throat and your mouth, and the taste of what you can only imagine as rotten flesh. You cough up a few more mouthfuls before slumping forward, easily caught by the large hands that have handled you so delicately.
Your vision is spotty as your body is pulled forward, retrieving you from your hiding spot with the utmost care. Your mouth is carefully wiped with a silk handkerchief before you feel the figure lifting you with incredible ease, guiding your chest to lean against his own as he stands up. He must be very tall, you muse, as you're quite far off the ground.
He walks slowly, one arm beneath your thighs and the other rubbing circles into your back to keep you steady and attempt to mitigate the effects of motion sickness. You appreciate his efforts to keep you comfortable. Your throat still burns; you think it got into your sinuses, too. You sob softly into his shoulder. You can't stop shaking.
You lose focus for a little while, almost dozing off, but you're brought back by the soothing sensation of a warm washcloth gently cleaning your face, wiping away your dried tears and the leftover black residue around your lips and nose. You're sitting on the edge of a cold bathtub, with the man's hand still pressed to your back to keep you from toppling over.
A plastic cup is tapped to your mouth, accompanied by a soft command.
"Swish."
You do as he says, opening up for the liquid and swishing it around in your mouth. Once you're done, he guides you to lean over and spit it out into the tub, bringing you back to wipe your lips again. How did he know your favorite mouthwash…? Lucky guess?
You're lifted again, and you lean into the man, burying your face in his chest for comfort. He smells nice; a small but very welcome distraction from your poor condition. You don't think you've ever felt closer to death than you do now. The deep, burning agony in your heart has begun to spread slowly through your veins, and your muscles now protest with a throbbing pain left from overexertion.
You're pulled from the grounding warmth of his chest yet again and delicately placed in the bed where you woke up, back in the embrace of its silken sheets, now soothingly cool against your feverish skin. You're propped up like a doll against slanted pillows, and the man sits in front of you, dipping the mattress. His hands press another cup to your lips, this one made of glass.
"Drink."
You doubt you could gather enough energy to raise your arms to grip his wrist, so you thoughtlessly comply, the water feeling heavenly against your irritated throat, clearing much of the remnants of black goop still clinging to the inside. You drain the whole glass in no time, and after he refills it, you drain another. You're about to ask for a third, but the man places the cup aside, opting to press the back of his hand to your forehead instead.
"You have an incredibly high fever…" He murmurs, concern laced in his tone. "We need to see how that water settles first, then I can give you some more."
You turn away from him, your gaze fixing instead on your hands. Your skin looks much greyer than it should. But you can't bring yourself to care as exhaustion begins to tug insistently at your mind, urging you to relinquish your feeble grip on consciousness. You almost do, but you're interrupted again by the man's voice.
"Do you remember who I am?"
You blink a few times, forcing your eyes to focus in order to make contact with the stranger's ruby-red ones. There's a hint of desperation and vulnerability in them that you hadn't spotted before.
"… Sylus?" you rasp, your throat feeling like it's filled with shards of broken glass. Though, the pain is worth it when you get to catch the surprised relief on the man's face. Maybe it is really him.
Instead of confirming or denying your assumption, he gently lifts one of your hands, leaning down and pressing his lips to your knuckles. There's a new tenderness when he speaks now, as if your existence itself is as fragile as glass and he's afraid to shatter reality.
"Rest. I'll be by your side until you wake."
Some part of you deep inside feels comforted by that, so you let go, falling into the cavernous abyss of sleep.
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aint it crazy how everyone is famous nowadays and yet I dont know who anyone is. there are countless people that will have more followers on instagram than the population of Sacramento and no one I know irl has ever heard of them
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