sometimes u just gotta draw sokka drinking from his favorite mug (naturally, it was a gift from his friends)
it’s so funny how sokka thinks of himself as a very average, even insignificant, person, because literally everyone who meets him has an intensely strong reaction immediately upon seeing him. and it’s a very strict binary too. it’s either pure, unadulatered adoration, or extreme annoyance. ppl meet sokka and they’re either like “this is a god among men. a perfect specimen. I would gladly lay down my life for him” or they’re like “wow idk why but I fucking hate the vibes on this kid. I want to bully him til the end of time.” only aang seems to have a normal reaction to sokka, which is “yeah he seems alright :-)”
I think many people, in their quest to complain about the unrealistic skills Sokka showed with a sword after so little time, forget that he knows how to use a shit ton of weapons already.
Machetes, Clubs, Boomerangs, Sabres, Spears, and even Daggers. Sokka learned a lot of shit with these things, before he ever got a sword. Dude could slap darts out of the air with one swing of his machete. His aim with the boomerang is terrifying.
Sokka wasn’t some untrained pampered prince who’d never touched a weapon in his life prior to approaching Piandao.
i feel like when zuko finds out sokka loves poetry he's just completely over the moon, like finally, someone else who appreciates the arts! until sokka says "of course i love poetry, it's like math but with words" and zuko nearly goes through the 7 stages of grief in a single minute. (he gets stuck on denial because there is ABSOLUTELY NO WAY he likes something comparable to math.)
unfortunately, yes. sokka keeps shattering all of zuko’s fragilely-held illusions that there are two types of things in this world: math (which is bad) and art (which is not math).
zuko shows sokka a perfect conch shell on ember island beach and asks sokka if he thinks seashells are something that can only be appreciated by frivolous girls. to zuko’s great relief, sokka immediately replies “of course not!” until he immediately follows it up with an explanation of the fibonacci spiral, and isn’t it so amazing how math can be found in all of nature???
math??? in nature??? zuko’s nature???? preposterous!!!!
first poetry, then nature! zuko is determined to find something beautiful that sokka cannot tarnish by comparing it to that most vile and accursèd fiend numbers.
“what about MUSIC.”
“hate to break it to you, but that’s all math.”
“wait but I play the tsungi horn! am I doing math????”
“‘fraid so.”
“....fuck.”
zuko returns later with an irrefutable claim: that paintings are not and cannot be math.
sokka explains composition to him.
“next you’re going to say plays are math!”
“well....”
by the end of the day, zuko is simply distraught. has his whole life been a lie? he always thought that math was numbers, and everything else was firmly Not-Math, but as it turns out, everything is math??? and there are numbers in everything???? O katara, what is he to do????
katara (an ally in his righteous crusade against math, specifically the type of math that sokka likes to insert into everything that is good and fun and sacred) wisely informs him to stop listening to so much of what sokka says, because, “sokka is an idiot, and your life will be so much better if you just tune him out.”
“besides,” she continues, “there’s no math in bending.” they both take comfort in this notion.
sokka wants so desperately to correct them. it would be so easy to refute such a ridiculous claim! instead he merely shrugs, as if to say, “well what would I know about bending??”
katara and zuko sleep soundly that night, which is all that matters.
Rise can't end until we get an episode about mikey's psychological depth and emotional problems
They’re having the water is/is not wet debate
All I'm saying is Sokkas make up skills would immensely outdo Kataras
Sokka can do both watertribe and Kyoshi paint flawlessly but Katara would be trying to waterbend her liquid eyeliner and getting increasingly mad at the uneven strokes