Was Anybody Going To Tell Me That I Can Finally Throw Hands With The Magic Boar, Or Was I Just Supposed
Was anybody going to tell me that I can finally throw hands with the magic boar, or was I just supposed to find out I can do that by myself?
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Unfinished but here you go for now
Yue and Zuko as spiritual siblings is everything to me.
Imagine if the day Zhao lead an invasion to the NWT, just as Zuko was about to take Aang, Yue spots him and begins talking to him, asking how he's been, what he's been up to lately, would he like to stay and possibly have something to eat later? And Zuko, having known Yue since he was a child, thanks to spiritual bullshit, immediately drops what he's doing is just like, "ugh, you wouldn't believe what I've been through..."
And they just move away from Aang, a few feet to like, I dunno, the left?, and sit down and talk.
And Katara and Sokka are standing there, trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. Zuko is the enemy. Why are he and Yue all buddy buddy? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE TECHNICALLY BROTHER AND SISTER?!
Sometimes things would just pile up until one thing triggers an explosion that will make me sink into a mess of emotions.
Those times I will say and think bad things about myself. Things I won't believe in their entirety two hours later. I will be angry, I will cry and I will be wrong.
In those moments, let me cry. Let me get the poison out. Eventually I'll start thinking logically again and will manage to convince myself that all those horrible things I thought about myself aren't the truth.
I will build myself back up again. But to do that without this structural collapse happening again in the future, I will first need to get that rotten wood away. I will need to break a few things, pull out a few rusty nails that are holding the planks in place.
I will need to look at the emptyness left behind and wonder, how could I ever fill it out again. I will immediately want to rebuild the place in the same shape it was, with the same type of wood. I would want to make it familiar once again. But even though I may try, it will never be the same.
But after the grief of losing this familiarity lessens, I will look at the new wood and think that, hey, it's actually pretty good looking. And hey, this one thing would absolutely fit alongside it. And so there will be a new familiar. A safer (healthier) familiar.
But to do all of that, I will need to get the poison out first.
Don't try polishing the wood. Don't try to convince me the wood can be fixed. Don't try filling up those holes. You don't live here. You can't fix this place when you don't know how it was built and how I spend my everyday here.
I know those creaks, those holes in the walls, those creepy stairwells. They know me too. They trust me to keep them in a good condition. Let me do that.
Just be ready with a snack for me when the rot is out. Keep me hydrated while I rebuild this place. Everything else will come later.
The vibes aren't vibing in here but the prophecy said I can't vibe elsewhere before I vibe here, so here I am.