The Goddess of Serotonin Deficiency

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Reason #789 why Zuko joining the Gaang earlier would have been hilarious: he’s the only one sleep-deprived enough to understand Aang’s batshit exhaustion hallucinations

Aang: oh my god Appa and Momo are fighting with katanas

Zuko: Momo’s sword is actually a wakizashi, it’s too small to be a katana

Aang: wait you can see them

Zuko, who hasn’t had a proper night’s sleep since he had clear skin: I See Everything

Katara: Aang please go to sleep

Aang: BUT I FORGOT MY PANTS AND-

Zuko, nodding: and your math test

Aang: AND MY MATH TEST

Aang: so then I said “NO FIRE LORD OZAI, YOU’RE NOT WEARING PANTS” and boom, nightmare over

Zuko, taking notes: you’re a tiny bald genius

plasticlove1984:

honestly white people are extremely good at decontextualizing people’s music and art and making it about literally anything other than race, even when… no ESPECIALLY when it’s about race. like just because your lives aren’t informed by your race doesn’t mean u can make art that is clearly abt artist’s experience with race in conjunction with love, body image, etc. into something that is instead abt vague concepts like tenderness or longing or whatever. to take that meaning away from the artist’s work takes away so much of their original intent for creating it. the work of artists of color isn’t always meant to be relatable to u guys. you’re welcome to listen to it and enjoy it for its original meaning, but to suck away that meaning and make it simply abt whatever words the internet is using for tenderness nowadays is unfair & presumptuous frankly

vanilla-avocados:

What she says: “I’m fine”

What she means: Saiki always just uses his mind to speak but at the end of season 3 he audibly spoke to his friends and he hasn’t even done that with his parents meaning he really does care for his friends and as much as he acts like he doesn’t he really does love them in this essay i

worthyironman:

i think the best thing about gen z is their dedication to self care and by this i mean when john mulaney performed at a college and he took a sip of water the crowd would start applauding and someone yelled at him “hydrate before you die-drate” therefor confusing an already confused man even more

dungeonqueering:

dungeonqueering:

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I would be that dummy that would come out as gay by throwing myself overboard to get to a siren.

The rest of the pirate crew would be like “HA! TOLD YOU!”

Then the captain is like “Stop standing around and save her!”

She throws off her Captain’s coat and hat and dives into the water, fighting off sirens just as they draw near enough to strike a killing blow. She drags me back aboard and I look at her sadly, knowing deep in my heart that she doesn’t return my feelings. She can’t, or she too would have fallen for the siren’s song.

But then, something I didn’t see coming.

I say “Thank you for saving me, Captain,” but with a lilt of sadness in my voice. Now the crew knows, but I know my love is unrequited. The captain looks at me confused for a moment. She pulls cotton wads out of her ears.

She asks me “Sorry, what was that?”

I throw my arms around my captain, filled again with overwhelming hope. Maybe it IS possible. She leans away, and puts a single finger on my lips. “We’ll talk later,” my heart skips a beat. She stands to address the crew. We’re still in dangerous waters, and there is a reason she is the captain and I am not. Still, could this mean what I think it does?

Finally, the danger has passed. We managed to steer directly into rival territory while escaping the sirens, and a bloody battle ensued. We had few casualties, but many injuries. My arm is now broken, but it will heal. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to wait ashore during the weeks that it will take to heal. Captain’s policy, unfortunately, is that we shouldn’t be put in further risk if we have a chance of healing. Knowing I could be away from the Captain, from my brothers and sisters at arms, from my home on the sea… It feels as if it’s too much to bear. But I’ll survive. Just last year, the ship’s cook spent time in a port town recovering from some broken ribs she got when some manner of beast threw her against the mast.

I almost wish I had lost the arm, so we could patch me up and I could stay aboard, but it’s my good arm. I would have to re-learn how to swing a sword with my off-hand, which is the only thing keeping me from begging the captain to keep me aboard.

We still haven’t had our talk. The sun set an hour ago, and I am finishing my post-battle duties. I mainly repair the ship and our equipment, but with my arm the way it is, my pupil has been acting under my instruction. I send him off to bed, knowing I can finish what’s left on my own. Admittedly, I’m still hopeful. The captain looks at me differently now. It’s only been a few hours, but I can tell that things are different between us. I feel as if my heart could explode just from not knowing where we stand. If my feelings for her are going to be a problem.

Even if she does feel the same way, even if she does love me, what if that puts the rest of the crew at risk? If she had to choose me or someone else to save, a moment’s hesitation could prove fatal. Is she willing to take the risk that such a situation could arise? By the gods of the sea, I pray so.

I snap out of my train of thought to see her approaching me. One of her sleeves is gone. Her coat was cut during the fight, so she simply finished the cut to remove the sleeve. Her arm is bandaged, to stop the bleeding, but it will be fine in a day or two. I realize I have frozen in place, like a nymph caught dancing. Instinctively, I snap to attention, but I try to raise my main arm in greeting. The injured one. I cry out in pain, which passes a moment later.

I look up at the captain and grin, feeling like a fool. She smiles, and lets out a small chuckle. Her deep, sultry voice sends shivers up my spine. How have I hidden my feelings for so long? Merely a moment’s weakness and it’s as if I’ve unraveled.

What she tells me in the coming minutes shocks me more than any monster ever could.

knlalla:

can u believe meme-lord dan thought it was ‘two bros chillin in a hot tub six feet apart cause they’re not gay’

spicymemesociety:

sapphictastic:

valentines is very much heteronormative but?? all that pink and red? that’s lesbianism, babes

dreamingofbabylon:

followthebluebell:

adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision.  On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me.  i know that fucker’s weaknesses.  i could totally take me in a fight.”

frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive