I was talking to my common white girl best friend
Uggs, and leggings, and Starbucks in her hand
She talked about her fairytale prince and princess feels
But instead of Cinderella, I thought of Natsu Dragneel
These are the troubles I deal with almost everyday
But /my/ troubles seem like…
Recently, a few people have brought up the “rumour” that Zuko was originally intended to be Katara’s love interest, saying that this “lie” was “spread by Zutara fans”. Long time fans of AtLA should all remember that during an Avatar Marathon some years ago, Nickelodeon had tidbits about the show…
elle's fanfic recs » house of the rising sun
status: in progress, updated 11/01/13
recommendation: house of the rising sun boasts an interesting season 1 alternate, where katara plans to pose as the illegitimate child of a fire nation noble, and ends up far too close to the royal family for her own comfort. the writing is dynamic and beautiful, the characterization is heart-wrenchingly descriptive and on point, and the plot continues to thicken in captivating ways. none of the characters are left behind in the narrative, either.
comments: i love this so much, it’s one of my favorite current pieces of fanfiction holy frick i can’t even handle it. shannon’s writing is so fluid and emotive, every update leaves me feeling exactly what is being narrated. read it, i swear you won’t regret it.
favorite quote: ”They’re taking me away. They’re covering up who I am, and I have to let them, or I’ll lose. I’ll die.”
elidyce asked: A fluffy prompt - after the hug at the end of ‘The Southern Raiders’, Katara gets up the next morning to make breakfast and finds Zuko awake. While they’re the only ones up, they talk about his willingness to let her make her own call and how much it meant to her. And romance ensues? ;) | I see what you did there but YES, of course romance ensues!
The morning light is still grey with half-twilight when Katara pushes open the door of her room. In her travels, she has grown used to a world where the sun rises at a somewhat consistent hour every morning, and the seasons’ light shifts more subtly now that she’s away from the world’s southern pole, making it more difficult to keep track of time. She knows they’ve been traveling for almost a year now, but it seems like less than that, when days blur together, grouped by event or location.
Before she and Sokka found Aang, her world was orderly and small, an ever-rotating series of lights and darks that brought fish and work and, sometimes, news of the wider world or her tribe’s men home from war. The last Fire Nation raid on the Southern Water Tribe had been years ago, and that had marked the first great shift in Katara’s small world. After her mother was killed, the Fire Nation ship left from Gran Gran’s youth became a living threat that haunted the edges of her consciousness, and playing with Sokka outside was never the same again because the sight of it was always there, just over the next snow bank or around the next igloo.
The world continued its lights and darks, but small didn’t feel safe anymore.