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Happy 10 year anniversary to this absolutely foundational post

Your friend’s unpublished fic idea is kind of a dead wife

i also want to read this guy’s dead wife

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

notice my skin is clearing up -> think "I'm becoming normal" -> think "detroit become normal"

detroit become human has ruined me, it's fused itself to the word "become" in my mind. it's been eight years since it came out. eight years. this still happens every day. I never even played the game.

(mid-divorce) the american education system never taught me how to cherish a woman

(picking up rat that controls me by my hair) but you. you know how

Every day I think about that one scp story where nobody knows just how big the foundation is (because it's all so top secret) and then they look into it and discover that everyone in the world works for them by now except for one guy

my camel straight up told me "man i am not carrying another fucking straw" like wtf asshole its just one straw whats your fucking issue

Eva Stratt sells Grace to One Direction

there’s a japanese radish just below this post but you can’t reach it

I can't form any objective, coherent, or analytical takes on the film Chicken Run (2000). I saw it too many times during my formative years, and I'm afraid that absorbing a piece of media into your psyche like that sort of destroys the ability to interact with it like a piece of art. turns it into something else. i don't know what, but it isn't a movie anymore