Imagine If Zuko's Role And Life And Bloodline Was Taken Even More Extreme By The Developers And Writers

“At a Distance, Spring is Green” is a K-drama that holds a special place in my heart. I think the way it portrayed youth—with its shadows and lights—was beautiful, it felt like such an introspective drama that made me feel something not quite nostalgic, but a sense of understanding and made me think of youth. I think a lot of lessons can be taken from this drama, there is a lot to learn from the characters and their philosophies and ideologies, and their growth.

I know that almost everything that everyone has been talking about when it comes to this K-Drama is the fact that it’s the most BL not-BL drama ever, or how it should be a BL. But, as for me, I don’t really care that it isn’t a BL and I’m a huge fujoshi. I admit, I think that adding an LGBT plotline to it can add a lot more, there is a lot to explore in an LGBT plotline especially being in a conservative country like Korea and having Yeo Jun’s circumstances. But, “At a Distance, Spring is Green” is more than that.

It’s a story about falling in love, about being young, about learning to let go, about friendships, about family, about the light at the end of the tunnel, about the darkness in each of us, about forgiveness, about moving on, about finding happiness, about life circumstances. It’s not just about romance. It is inherently more than that. Honestly, it’s very underrated and I hope more people can watch it and enjoy the nuances of it and the messages that each character can dish out.

I think the team did such a fantastic job at portraying youth. And a lot of the dialogues have made me think about things.

So, hopefully, people start watching it.

TW: depictions of domestic violence and child abuse

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I feel like Sasha Calle, The Flash 2023 actress, would make for a good Rachel Roth

Here are my designs/re-imagined looks for Sun and Moon from FNAF Security Breach! ☀️🌙

PLEASE, SOMEONE???? Imagine if they all gang up because one of them gets hurt or smth??? Or one of them got in trouble with their parents and they all help each other out?? Bella being an overprotective sister to all of 'em???

Yet another fic request cause I was reminded of the idea THE BLACK FAMILY COUSINS BEING CLOSE AND SUPPORTING EACH OTHER cause those 5 would be a powerhouse all together and I need to see that the fandom needs to see that so much potential (yes ik they've all got major differences and issues but if yall can make more male potters going back to at least the 1600s last I heard this is more than possible)

Albedo: Does this make us...non-existent?

Kunikuzushi: Are we even real?

Albedo: Are all our thoughts controlled?

Kunikuzushi: Do we actually feel? What are emotions? What are feelings?

Albedo: Do we not have free will? Are we puppets with invisible strings?

Kunikuzushi: What does it mean to be human? What distance us from humans and gods?

Albedo: What are we?

Kunikuzushi: What is our purpose?

Albedo: Do we even exist?

Both: *existential crisis*

My hair is desperate.

It curls in on my face, my curtain bangs swoop in. Windy, rainy, sunny, no matter when, my hair always cover my face. With or without my consent. It's desperate. It's desperate to hide my face.

It doesn't matter if I tie my hair back, hair would always fall down to face; my hair would curl inwards until it stabs at every inch of my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, my eyes.

My hair feels desperate.

Desperate to hide my face.

I wonder if my mind had grown to hate my face so much that even the dead cells of my hair are desperate to hide it. To stab it like they're needles that can change my face with enough attacks.

My bangs feel desperate to hide my eyes. As if it knew it were the windows to my soul and it wants to hide it, to let it live and disappear in the shadows of them, of my bangs.

As if it was so ashamed of my soul, of me, that it would try to hide it at all cost, at any time of any given day. From the moment I wake up, it will fall to cover my face. And from the moment I sleep, it'll fall down to cover my face already shadowed by the darkness of my room.

My hair is desperate.

And ashamed.

I know Sabo was a retcon and Ace's tattoo was originally just a misspelling of his name but retroactively turning it into a memorial tattoo for his brother actually hits so much harder specifically because it looks like an incorrect version of Ace's own name.

Ace's name, Ace's identity, the very essence of who Ace is, and he not only chose to physically insert Sabo's initial into that name in the first place -- thus representing just how much he viewed Sabo as a fundamental part of himself -- he then chose to cross that initial out, creating the illusion that Ace's own name was spelled wrong. It re-frames Sabo's death as a sort of amputation; that the removal of Sabo from Ace permanently mangled what was left behind into a clumsy and misshapen facsimile of itself.

There's also the fact that the crossed-out S looks like Sabo's Jolly Roger; an S with crossbones. The flag Sabo died trying to sail under. With that context, it almost turns the tattoo into a sort of skin graft; Ace marking himself with Sabo's dream, implanting it deep under his skin where he can carry it with him and keep it safe.

"He cupped my face so gently, so caring. His touch one of a loving father.

He other hand came to atop my head, like he was patting me for a assurance.

Then it came.

The searing hot pain.

It burned and burned, a white hot burn. It was so intense, like the sun came down to Earth and visited me, touched me with it's flaming hand and painful touch.

Then...

Nothing.

Everything was black, and for a millisecond, I was scared, frightened. Begging for my mother's comfort.

Next thing I know, I woke up, numb with anesthesia.

I was confused, moment of pain that occured before momentarily forgotten. My hand came up to my head and brushed against cloth. The bandage, hiding and obscuring the burn that was surely there from view. Memories flashed before my eyes and tears welled up in my eyes.

Hours later, I was told the news regarding my banishment and the fool's errand that my father sent me on.

That was three years ago, I'm sixteen now.

I still don't know who was in the wrong."