Updated my fic recs with some new stuff. I think one of the links doesn't go anywhere because the author deleted the story. :<
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Updated my fic recs with some new stuff. I think one of the links doesn't go anywhere because the author deleted the story. :<

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I like Noatak.
Not a revolutionary statement, I know. Oftentimes, I hear people say, "I like Amon back when he was interesting"--implying that Amon pre-finale, the conceived farmboy who hates benders because of the murder of his family and the scarring of his face, is interesting and Noatak is not. I have to disagree, thought I won't decry the preference. For the longest time, I agreed with this sentiment. Even though I was 99% sure that Amon was lying, I didn't want it to be true, and when it was, augh Noatak, we need to get you some water resistant paint, man.
But, to me at least, Noatak is intriguing. My only issue with Amon being a liar is that it'll probably be used to discredit the Equalist platform; while bombing the whole fucking city was not a good idea, the issue of nonbender oppression should not be cast aside because that does not remove the truth in others' experiences.
If anything, he's more interesting than when he was infallible, though I loved watching him kick ass; I definitely get why he was portrayed as so tough--because he's playing the symbol, the enigmatic figure in the shadows. Part of me wanted that identity to stay, never having his true background revealed and leaving his sincerity ambiguous, and part of me anxiously yearned to know who he was.
Me: I will never love a character again.
Me: Hey cool, Amon and Tarrlok!
Me (post-finale): emily what the fuck did i say