#misplaced anger

[birdsong-warriors]

[whumpshaped]

tw shitty parent (mom), ableism, lashing out, pet whump, conditioned whumpee, misplaced anger

Whumpee moved without thinking, taking the jar of apricot jam from the shelf to open it for their master. It was nothing but a simple act of mindless servitude, an attempt at making their master’s life as easy as possible — and that innocent intent was the exact reason why the punch felt so out of the blue, and why they made no move to defend themself.

They stumbled back, whimpering like a kicked dog, almost thankful when Whumper snatched the jar from their hands before they could drop it. “Fucking idiot,” Whumper grumbled, and Whumpee ducked their head in shame and fear. “As if I can’t open a fucking jar myself.”

That made a small, almost proud part of their pet brain perk up. That wasn’t even remotely the reason they wanted to do it. Of course Whumper could open a jar. It would’ve been silly to assume otherwise. They just wanted to be a good pet!

“I just wanted to help,” they said timidly as Whumper went to sit down, steadying the jar between their thighs before unscrewing the lid with their intact hand, so forcefully that it almost made Whumpee flinch.

“I don’t need your goddamn help!” they snapped, slamming the lid on the table. This time, Whumpee did flinch. “I can open a fucking jar on my own!”

Whumpee dropped to their knees, terrified of making their owner any angrier. “I understand,” they squeaked. “I know, I understand, I– I understand. Master doesn’t need the stupid pet, Master doesn’t need the stupid pet’s help. I’m grateful for whatever you allow me to do for you, Master. I’m so sorry I overstepped.”

They knelt there, trembling, waiting for a verdict for what seemed like an eternity to their anxious mind. They heard the thump of the full jar being placed on the table, then Whumper’s heavy sigh.

“Whatever,” they said eventually. “Guess I’ve been in a bad mood lately.”

They didn’t move, not wanting to interrupt in case Whumper chose to share more. And they did; within a few seconds, the words just came tumbling out of them.

“Mom keeps pestering me about the ‘new and improved technology’, and how I should give it another go, because this time it’ll work, it’ll be just like I’d always had a ‘nice, healthy arm’. Because that’s so important. Because my arm isn’t nice or healthy now. Fuck, I can’t believe I still try to talk to her on the phone… Every single time I think it won’t be that bad. Maybe this is how she feels about the doctors.”

Whumpee cautiously looked up at them, heartbroken to see the sheer bitterness on Whumper’s face. “But why?” they asked quietly, frowning. “You don’t… want it. The last time– the last time you said it hurt–”

“She wants it.” They held out their hand, and Whumpee quickly crawled closer, immediately soothed by their master’s fingers in their hair as they started petting them. “Guess she just fucking hates looking at me. But she’s shit out of luck, pet. I don’t care anymore. She can shove the miracle prosthesis up her ass.”

“I’m sorry she’s bothering you, Master.”

Whumper sighed again, nowhere near as dramatically as that first time. “What’re you gonna do… I didn’t mean to punch you, by the way. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Whumpee nuzzled against their hand. “Is the pet allowed to make toast for Master, then?”

“Yeah. Maybe the pet is the only one allowed to make toast for Master.”

[howifeltabouthim]

I keep doing this. Being mad at the wrong person.

Katherine Lin, from You Can't Stay Here Forever

[stylistic-nightmare]

Jungle Rot - Misplaced Anger

[xexiar]

Keep Watching. 32

Ch31 Ao3

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Chapter 32

When we returned to the locker room, I tried my best to just focus on changing. But I couldn’t help but take sneak peeks at Deku’s ankles. I knew what I saw before PE class. Yet, now I was sure of it. Why was he wearing two ankle bracelets? I didn’t even know he was into those things. And something about this felt off. Maybe I should confront him after that damn dance thing against round face.

The last stretch of homeroom was boring. Besides sensei going over our matches, it felt dull. While he went over Deku’s match, I couldn’t help but pay just enough attention to when sensei mentioned that Deku was being reckless. Of course, the nerd was being reckless. At this point, it should be his legal middle name. After that, I didn’t pay much attention.

I did wonder if I put enough force behind my explosions when using my left hand. “Bakugo.” I quickly looked up and noticed it was my turn. “Your movements are still too stiff.” Sensei then went on and on about how I needed to change up from only using brute force. Saying how sometimes a gentle touch is all that is needed in certain situations.

Well, excuse me if that’s not my style. Being upfront and aggressive has always landed me a win. At that, it’s not like my moves are random. I’m very aware that one slip and my quirk can render me useless. And the only time I somewhat lost fighting the way I did was against Deku. Yet, I don’t count that as a true loss. Compared to everyone I fought, he’s the only one who knew my every move.

Deku knows how I fight. So, it was like being up against a mirror. Not to mention, I also let my emotions against him control me that day. I was so ready to let loose and make him surrender that I forgot how smart he was. Which I will not make the same mistake again. Especially after learning that he’s stronger than he looks. And that was just making this even more exciting.

After writing “loser” on round face forehead, I looked to see where Deku was. He had some explaining to do, and I wasn’t going to let him get away. Apparently, he was talking to dunce face. Something about a skatepark. Before I could approach them, shitty hair came over to me. “What do you want?”

“Calm down, bro. I was just checking to see if you wanted to come with us.” I watched as he pointed over to where the rest of our male classmates were. “Kaminari invited us to chill out at a nearby skatepark. So, you in?” I gave one more look over to Deku and saw him smiling as he spoke with most of our male classmates. And for some reason, I was feeling a wave of different emotions. From a hint of annoyance to flat-out giddy. There was also something else, but I don’t know what that was. It didn’t help when Deku looked over at us and waved. Damn it, nerd.

“Sure, I guess.” With that, we all started walking as if going to the station. But when we were a block away, we made a left instead of a right. Then, a few more blocks, and there we were. I have never been to a local indoor skatepark before. So, this was something new. At that, this place had a shop and a rental station.

As I watched the others get their own gear, I wasn’t surprised to see how Deku already had his foldable skateboard. I then witnessed how he frowned when he looked over at me. Which I quickly looked away. “I have a spare skateboard if you want it.” I looked over my shoulder and saw how the nerd was handing a skateboard to me. In fact, it looked just like the one from that night. So I snatched it out of his hands.

…

I still couldn’t believe that Bakugo agreed to come along. And as we walked to the skatepark, I happened to notice how far back Midoriya walked behind us. Even Bakugo would occasionally look back before quickly looking away. But I paid him no mind as my thoughts went about what I would do at the park. It’s not like I knew how to skate or anything. I could just watch everyone.

“Are you not gonna join us, Kirishima?” I looked to my left and saw that Kaminari was standing next to me.

“It’s all good, bro. I just don’t know how to skate. So, I’ll stay back and watch. I could even record you guys and watch our bags.”

“That’s what the lockers are for.”

“You can’t be serious, shitty hair!” We both looked over at Bakugo, who happened to walk over to us.

…

How did I get here? When did I get to the cemetery? Wasn’t I at the skatepark with some of my classmates? That’s when I recalled seeing Kacchan teaching Kirishima how to use a skateboard. Then I just ran away. As the memory of how that scene unfolded, I couldn’t take it. But why did I run here?

I started to walk around the cemetery until I found a recently buried grave. My chest started to ache as I could feel the burning wetness of tears pouring out of my eyes. Reading the tombstone had me feeling like a bubble of air was trapped in my throat. So, I just let it.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I couldn’t stop screaming as I fell to my knees. “FUCK! FUCK! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Why does it hurt so much? Why do I even try? Nobody wants me! My father left without giving me a second thought! My own mother cries about how she doesn’t want me around! Even the one person I had managed to become friends with turned his back on me! Why doesn’t anyone want me? What did I do to make everyone hate me? “Fuck them!”

I looked at the tombstone again. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD! WHY DID YOU LEAVE!” Ripping the grass under my hands, I threw it at the stone. “DIDN’T YOU FUCKING LOVE US!” The stories mom told of this man never made any sense. It didn’t help that every time I asked questions, she would start to cry and say I was being a bad son for not believing in her. And after we learned I was quirkless, mom really wasn’t home. She was already barely home to begin with. But after the news, it was like she abandoned me. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU ABANDONED YOUR FUCKING FAMILY!”

Memories of how the only time I ate at home, growing up, was when mom was in between jobs. If not for that, the only food I survived on was the school lunches. And using whatever money mom gave me to buy food at a convenience store. But nobody would have noticed because nobody cared. I threw more grass at the tombstone. “SHE FUCKING CRIED ABOUT YOU EVERY FUCKING NIGHT! EVERY FUCKING NIGHT! BASTARD!”

When mom is home, all she fucking did was eat. She may have never screamed or hit me, but the silence hurts so much more. Staring at those emotionless eyes growing up never gets easy. And when she did get angry at something I did, she threw my things away. She would just walk out for hours at a time. Sometimes, it felt like she would never come back. But when she did return, she was drunk and sent me to my room.

Memories of how I showed her that I had been practicing my writing. Only for her to take it and throw it away, and when she found my first hero journal, she demanded that I stop. To have my own mother not believe in me. I sat back and looked at the tombstone. “I HATE YOU!” After I went home from the first time I was sent to the hospital, I learned that the number I thought was mom’s was wrong. It hurt to learn that my own mother gave me a fake number so I wouldn’t bother her.

Then, when mom got fired from the hotel, she blamed it on me. When something went wrong, mom would cry at night. And I could hear when she said things about me. Oh, how much she blamed that she had to take care of a son who didn’t have a future. I truly was a burden in her eyes. But the one time I tried to confront her about this, she flat-out lied to my face. She had that big smile and said how I was a blessing in her life.

But I knew that smile. It was the smile she used when she brought me something so I could leave her alone. The smile that spoke how she wanted me to shut up. A smile that screamed what I thought was unimportant. I don’t think I could ever recall seeing that smile and it meaning something positive. After learning I was quirkless, I questioned every single thing mom did. “She hates me, by the way.”

“Who hates you?” What the heck? I quickly looked towards the voice and saw the lady from the funeral. I stood up and brushed off the dirt from my knees. And I then started to walk away. “Hold on.”

I looked behind me before turning fully around and bowing. “I apologize if I disturbed you.” Before I could leave, something grabbed my shoulder.

“You have every right to be angry.” I looked behind me at the women. “Can we talk?”

“Mom said I shouldn’t talk to you.”

I watched as the lady let out a sigh as she let go of my shoulder. “That woman sure does hold a grudge for a long time?” That’s when I turned to face her. “You look just like your father. I’m sure he would have been proud if he had came back, alive.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She pointed to a nearby bench, and I followed her.

“After learning about his recent mission, he reached out to me. He spoke about how he wanted me to find his wife and son. Something about him fearing how the mission was going to end. And he wanted me to tell Inko and Izuku that he loved them so much. How, if he survived, he was going to quit and come home.” I then watched as tears rolled down her face. “Even though he knew nobody ever came back alive once they became a weapon of the SS Military.” She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped at her tears. “I fear my damn brother didn’t tell Inko the true nature of his job. Knowing him, he probably wanted to protect her from the truth.”

I then watched as she started to shake as she cried into her handkerchief. What exactly could I say at a time like this? She looks to be in so much pain. And I feel so useless for not being able to do anything. But then something started to bug me. “What does SS mean?”

She looked up from her hands before she fully faced me. “It means Secret Service. Similar to the Hero Public Safety Commission here in Japan. But the SSM is on a global scale. At that, once you sign up or are recruited, like your father, it’s a lifelong contract. Going against orders means death. They are much stricter than the Commission.” She then held my left hand. “Promise me something.”

“What is it?”

“I know we only recently met in person, but I’m aware you were recommended to join the army. Especially part of the global faction. Promise me if the SSM ever approaches you to join, turn them down. Tell them that you flat out aren’t interested.” Tears began to run down her face again. “If you need another reason why you shouldn’t. You won’t be able to be in the public eye. Everything you do has to be done in complete secret. It’s the reason your parents had to elope instead of a public wedding. The SSM will ruin your life. So please, nephew.”

“I promise.” She let out a deep breath before letting go of my hand. “But how did you know I was recommended to join the army?”

She put her handkerchief back in her pocket. “I saw you last week. I was surprised when I spotted a green-haired kid at the security gates. I was taking a jog around the base. Curiosity got the best of me, and so I followed you to the gym. Then, the moment you turned, I saw it.” She had a smile. At that, it was so similar to mine. “You look exactly like my twin brother. So, the next day, I asked Mr. Jones about you. I was the one who gave him the photo of my brother. Did you like it?”

“That was you!” She nodded her head. “Thank you.” Then I just realized something and couldn’t help but ask. “Can I ask how your quirk works?”

She blinked for a moment before sitting back into the bench. “Why am I even surprised? Especially after what Dr. Clarke told me about you. So, what is it that you want to know?”

“For starters, how are you even able to blow fire?”

“Well, our spit is a type of naphtha.” I quickly took out my phone and opened my note app. When I get home, I’ll transfer my notes to a proper notebook. “Then we have to take extremely deep breaths. Especially if we’re trying to shoot out a long and powerful stream of fire. I’m so grateful that we have such deep lungs.” She then opened her mouth and pointed at her teeth. “Our teeth act like a match when we blow through them. But if you want to make a small flame, you have to keep your tongue flat and try to avoid your teeth.” She then placed a hand over her chest. “If our emotions get out of control, our fire becomes dangerous to us.”

“How is that possible?”

She looked at me. “When our heart is racing out of control, doesn’t matter the emotion, we tend to breathe flames inward. So, basically, we choke on our own fire.” She then had a weak smile. “If what Dr. Clarke said was true,” She pointed at her chest again. “You have the same heart condition as me and your father. If you’re not careful, your heart will fail you. It’s a very painful sensation to have your heart just stop. And if you’re not able to restart it in time, you’ll die.”

[tenth-sentence]

And there he abode, until at the last by his craft he had corrupted the hearts of most of that people, and set them at war with the Valar, and so compassed their ruin, as he had long desired.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

[mayapapaya33]

I had sort of hoped Keyleth would have matured and grown past her anger at the Matron over the past 33 years but I suppose it's in character that she hasn't fully dealt with her grief yet. And the Vorb probably isn't helping her issues either. It just sucks because I think a lot of the fandom take Vox Machina's grief fueled blame and fully accept it as fact when the reality is that Vax's situation is almost entirely his own responsibility. The only other person with any remote culpability is Percy. And even Percy is only really to blame for accidentally Killing Vex, not for Vax's choices. But even if you want to hold Percy accountable for Vax's choice in the tomb as well, that still doesn't make him responsible for Vax's death. Vax could have lived a long full life as the Matron's Champion, as shown by the Delightful Purvan Suul and his companion Galdric.

Vax was a borderline suicidal, self-sacrificing character from day one. He always threw himself into danger headfirst regardless of the cost to himself. Between Percy accidentally setting off the trap creating the circumstances for Vax trading himself to the matron during Vex's resurrection, all the way up to Vax CHOSING to come back as a revenant after being disintegrated in order to help defeat Vecna, the choices have always been his. Especially him, fate touched as he is. Ultimately, Vecna killed Vax and Vax killed Vax. I think it's easier to blame the Matron than to be angry with Vax for being who he was.

The Matron maintains the balance of life and death. She accepted Vax's offers both times, do you think she should have refused? The first refusal would have meant Vex's death, and the second refusal would have meant Vax possibly just staying dead after being disintegrated, and not being there to fight against Vecna, which was truly an all hands on deck situation. There was no time to fuck around with a resurrection ritual that might not even work, the whole world was in danger. One life, a life that was already lost, is a small price to pay to save the world. I'm pretty sure Vax would agree with me!

Frankly, Vox Machina were super lucky and privileged to have so many successful resurrections between them. I think they got a little spoilt and entitled about it honestly. Most people have never even met someone who's been resurrected before, they did it like 20 times! Vax was disintegrated, he chose to come back as a revenant to fight Vecna, protect the world, and help his family. An opportunity he was only given due to his allegiance to the Matron. She gave Vox Machina and Vax extra time together and a chance to help save the world.

For those of you shouting "what about true resurrection!?! I hear you, and Matt said it's complicated and didn't elaborate lol. Personally, I think the Matron has quite the special a barrier of entry to true resurrection, if the spell even works at all in Exandria. I think they touched on it briefly in Calamity but I've forgotten. I can only imagine what insane ritual Matt concocted years ago that he's had plenty of time to work on since. Part of the Matron's whole thing is that everyone must eventually go into death, sure they can avoid it for a while, so some resurrection is fine (the DC gets higher every time), but eventually enough is enough and it's time to go. Hence why necromancers and liches are her enemies.

At any rate, I'm really proud of Keyleth for going to therapy and I hope she goes back when all of this moon business is over because she still needs it and that turtle lady in the frog seemed great lol.

[zillychu]

woke up from a dead sleep last night realizing I could make soroku flavored pitch pearl and no one could stop me

edit: you know what? I'm feral and I won't apologize. more under the cut bc this is my house

I slammed this out all at once so I apologize for the quality but I'm having EMOTIONS

so imagine. bc of the way Danny was quickly resuscitated, his ghost only barely started forming. With the excess blast of ectoplasm from the portal being created, that little whisp was given form even after Danny's soul returned to his body.

except this ghost (Phantom) slowly comes into consciousness while trapped in Danny's body. they're separate entities sharing one body, but Phantom doesn't really have a sense of self right away. he pieces together vague fragments of Danny's memory to get a basic understanding of the world, and is mostly just observing like a backseat passenger.

Phantom starts reflexively protecting Danny, his powers and instincts bleeding through when his emotions are high. Danny doesn't really transform, and his personality doesn't totally shift that much at first because Phantom’s mind isn't complex yet. but as time goes on, and Danny has tense conversations with ghosts, Phantom realizes that's what he is. he's a ghost, somehow trapped in his old body. and even now, this early on, he already feels separate. he doesn't have all the memories Danny has.

this slowly turns into horror. into rage. sorrow, mourning a life he never got and will never get to have. forever trapped behind the eyes of someone else, never able to interact with the world. Phantom's rage eventually boils over until it allows him short bursts of taking over Danny's body. it starts out small–a stray hand moving without his consent, knees locking up, ghost abilities going awry. Danny can start feeling emotions that don't belong to him. get vague impressions, almost hears a voice inside him.

and eventually, Phantom is able to fully take over. this is when Danny “transforms". at first, Danny blacks out because his consciousness isn't used to being shoved into the back seat. but eventually, he's awake for these “episodes", trapped in the back of his mind while Phantom controls his body. this only happens when ghost stuff is happening, when Phantom feels threatened enough. he's not protecting Danny, he's protecting himself. Phantom knows instinctively that if Danny dies, he dies too. he's not a normal ghost, he wouldn't be freed. he'd simply disappear.

at one point after a fight, Phantom can feel Danny struggling to take back control. and he talks to Danny for the first time, acknowledges he's there. asks how it's fair that Danny is the one that gets to exist. but Phantom is tired and weak, he slips back into the passenger seat.

over the next few days, he's able to start talking to Danny even while he's not driving. though he's not chatty, it's only when necessary. and Danny knows, can feel it across the link between them–Phantom hates him. the ghost he created is desperate to find a way to take over completely. and as time goes on, Danny realizes with horror that it might actually be possible for Phantom to do that. he grows stronger every day, can stay transformed longer, controls Danny's body with much more ease.

it's only through a chance meeting with Frostbite that Danny and Phantom fully learn what happened to them. Danny feels sympathetic towards Phantom now. this isn't a malevolent ghost, it's a person who was never given the chance to live. who's trapped. who has to watch someone else live a life they're just as deserving of.

and Phantom feels that emotion from Danny. is so shocked by it, he doesn't know how to handle it at first. it takes him a while to contemplate, to talk to other ghosts like Frostbite. until one day, Phantom realizes… he feels sympathy for Danny, too.

neither of them asked for this. both of them deserve to live. Danny didn't do anything wrong. they're both villains to each other's story. and if anything… doesn't Phantom owe his life to Danny in the first place?

Phantom takes over less often. Danny doesn't feel hatred from him anymore. anger, yes–but not aimed at him. in fact, Phantom starts controlling their body in little ways in order to protect Danny from things that aren't even dangerous. just to avoid pain that would only affect the human tethered to him.

it isn't long before they're separated, either thanks to another ghost or Danny's parents. they're thrown apart in the middle of a horrific fight, and when Danny sees Phantom's equally shocked expression, he's terrified.

this ghost that hated him for so long–at best, Phantom would leave him defenseless. at worst, surely some part of Phantom still wants to kill him for stealing away his chance for autonomy.

and yet, when fire rains down on them, Phantom risks it all to grab Danny and get them both to safety. they're still both shaken and stunned this is even happening, but Phantom is able to nervously be like shit shit shit okay stay here don't go anywhere or I can't protect you, okay?

after the fight is over and dust settles, Phantom offers Danny his hand. they stare at each other and god if this isn't the weirdest thing. like, uh, okay, what now? they decide to go see Frostbite, who confirms that they're fully separate now. they ask if there's any chance of merging again and Frostbite assures it's impossible.

Phantom asks, even if I overshadowed Danny? or stay real close? yes, it's nothing to worry about. they leave, and back in the quiet of Danny's room, they talk. Phantom isn't sure what to do. now that opportunity is in front of him, he feels paralyzed. Danny does his best to let Phantom know that… they might be separate now, but if he ever wants help or even just a friendly ear, he's here for him.

Phantom is quiet for a while. then says maybe he just needs to rest first. he'll think about it tomorrow. they're both exhausted and injured. Phantom asks quietly… if he could rest in Danny for the night.

Danny's shocked, and–really confused. Phantom blushes and is like I don't know what my haunt is yet, I don't know where to go, but I know… you're kind of my home. now that I know I can leave whenever I want, it's not something bad anymore. I miss feeling your heart next to my core, just a little bit.

and Danny is just as surprised when Phantom overshadows him, then quietly nestles into the passenger seat again. he didn't realize how he got used to feeling Phantom with him. it's a feedback loop of contentedness, and Danny sleeps easily. (they also find out while sharing a body, Danny gets to reap the benefits of Phantom's supernatural healing)

anyway that's all I got for now thank u for coming to my ted talk

[dukeofthomas]

"They were never really that close pre-death" "Dick was mean to Jason before warming up" etc etc are the worst Dick&Jason takes possible. Why would you even say that about them

[t-u-i-t-c]

"You'll triumph someday, as long as you never yield. I'll take you on any time." "You never fail to piss me off, Geats."

[yea-baiyi]

someone just posted this quote and it just hit me that it wasn’t that nobody loved xie lian after knowing how far he’d fallen and everything he’d done. it was xie lian who was too terrified to lean on them and share what he was going through, or he tried and they didn’t have the full context to understand him, and it just made xie lian feel more alone which made him push them away even more. he had feng xin and mu qing the whole time and they never ever stopped loving him even when they saw him falter and fail. and it wasn’t that hua cheng was unique in loving him anyway but it was hua cheng that happened to be present for all of xie lian’s worst moments and none of it made him love xie lian any less, and hua cheng is not the exception to the rule but the proof that xie lian was always loveable and always deserving and always loved despite despite despite. and after finding hua cheng he opens his heart up to his friends once again and accepts their love back into his life when he had shut it all out for centuries. i am in TEARS rn when i said i can’t think about feng xin and mu qing this is one of the reasons why

[alicedrawslesmis]

I draw Javert really big right cause it's funny that he looks like a walking brick wall

but then I was thinking. what if. cause he's her narrative parallel they're both watchdogs of society, right. What if.

What if I made Éponine be built like a brick wall

I mean she is Madame Thenardier's daughter after all. What if

[annemarieyeretzian]

ashton snarling “my first fucking memory is one of the worst things that ever happened to me. I fucking watched my parents get ripped to bits in a fucking maelstrom of god knows fucking what. I was dumped into a desert where I crawled until I nearly died only to be picked up by shitty people who then threw me in a fucking orphanage. …fell out of a window and lost everyone I cared about. woke up damaged and in pain that has never stopped since that fucking day. there were little sections of my life where I prayed and I begged for anything to all of them, to any of them. the only time they've ever spoken to me was the one who tried to fucking kill me less than a week ago. so, I'm here to save us. I'm here to save the people who live here. hell, I had one fucking word that I spoke to a giant pile of earth that was more responsive and made me feel better and connected me to something bigger than anything in my fucking life. just the ground itself did more. so yeah, you know what? I am all for faith, and I'm not going to pick a god. they can pick me. I'll wait. they can fucking beg. and I will listen, which is more than they ever fucking did.”

[raisedbythetv89]

One of my favorite things about Avatar the Last Airbender is that the whole story starts because Katara yells at Sokka for trying to enforce sexist gender roles.

A young girl’s anger at the patriarchy is the catalyst for the avatar returning and everything changing. Finally ending 100 years of war.

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There’s a reason white supremacy/the patriarchy systematically shames everyone who isn’t white men for feeling or showing anger. It is POWERFUL when expressed in a healthy way. It is transformative to ourselves and the world around us.

Many people have really negative associations with anger not only because of the societal conditioning that tries to make us believe only white men are allowed and entitled to their anger but also so much of the anger we see these days is misplaced aggression. Where people aren’t confronting the people and systems who are actually making them angry and instead taking it out on those with less power than them which is just abuse which only helps reinforce to everyone suffering at the hands of that abuse that anger is bad when unfortunately anger is our greatest protection to abuse and mistreatment.

And atla even gives us a very clear illustration between protective healthy anger like Katara’s and Zuko’s misplaced aggression he was taking out on everyone but his father until the eclipse and that shift in him is especially driven home when he has to find a new source for his fire bending.

This nickelodeon cartoon from 2005 was like “Girls your anger is a transformative superpower!! Don’t be afraid to use it!!” and that gives me just all kinds of joy.

[lovegrowsart]

interesting that some ppl think that osha going dark side was too fast or didn't make sense when i thought it was pretty clear she was heading that direction from episode one 💀

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

The backlash against Frozen, which, from my observation, has cooled down (that isn't a joke, I swear-) quite a bit over the past few years, was less based on the quality of the movie itself and more on the fact that its massive success and reach really overshadowed a lot of other movies that came out prior to it and after it and was getting credited for stuff that had already been done before plenty of times, and in many cases, in those exact movies. This is why, to this day, many fans STILL refuse to give Tangled its props without trying to put Frozen down in some way. In their eyes, Tangled should have gotten the glory and accolades Frozen received, but did not, and that made them quite jealous. Overall, Frozen is far from a bad movie. It's a great movie with a great message, characters, music and does actually deserve the success and recognition it got, and some fans need to stop being so salty about it and uplift their fav movies without putting Frozen down so they get the proper appreciation they deserve as well. Although, yes, the credit this movie got for allegedly introducing themes, archetypes and tropes that had already been seen before in Disney, including movies set in a fairytale world with heroines as the protags, was undoubtedly the most annoying part about its success and is part of the reason why many tried to drag this movie and its main leads.