One Of My Favorite Pastimes Is Giving Compliments To Other Women.

One of my favorite pastimes is giving compliments to other women.

A:TLA where everything is the same except Ozai wears crocs.

#thank you this is a wonderful addition #i meant to make this joke but forgot

A:TLA where everything is the same except Ozai wears crocs.

Stars

Suki sat with her legs dangling from the side of the Western Air Temple, the quiet dark settled contently around her, a peaceful breeze making a slight whistle as it blew through the structure. 

The others were farther in the temple, most likely sleeping (except for maybe Zuko; Suki doesn’t think the Fire Prince ever sleeps). Sokka, however, was only a few feet away from her, snoring softy with his mouth slightly open. 

It had only been a few hours since they had returned from the Boiling Rock, and the four of them had been exhausted. After Katara had embraced her father, and the group had settled down to discuss what had occurred, Aang had lit them a fire and slowly, they had all drifted off to sleep. 

She had gone to look over the amazing view of the Western Air Temple, how even in the dark inky sky, you could see the stars as clear as they were the sun. Sokka had eventually made his way over to her in silence, dragging his bedroll with him, and wordlessly falling asleep next to her. 

The moon was nearly full that night, and Suki couldn’t tell if the moon was smiling at her or crying. 

“I know that you…in reality, you were his first.” Suki whispers, keeping her head down. 

“But I love him, too. I didn’t know you in life, but if he loved you and wanted to protect you, then you must have been an amazing person.” Suki sighed, looking up at the stars.

“I’m sorry I never got to meet you, Yue.”

Suddenly, the wind stopped all at once, the landscape going completely still, the air stagnant and silent. 

The stars burned a little brighter, and Suki could almost hear a young princess laughing. 

Modern!A:TLA AU Headcanons regarding transportation:

Aang:

-rides a bicycle

-saving up for a Nissan Leaf (refuses to get anything else)

-calls Katara if he needs to go anywhere long distance (he has a seatbelt for his Old English Sheepdog, Appa)

-has AUX cord privileges: plays pop and classic 80s rock (ex. Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody,” or anything by Shawn Mendes)

-rolls down all of Katara’s windows on the highway

Katara:

-Toyota RAV 4

-has 7 first aid kits in her trunk

-always goes 5 MPH below the speed limit

-is denied AUX cord privileges (too much Taylor Swift, Sokka complained)

-Bath and Body Works air freshener

-has never been pulled over

-DDS (Designated Driver Supreme)

Sokka:

-Ford F-150 (he bought it from Suki)

-award for most parking tickets

-5 months behind on his oil change

-SOMETIMES get the AUX cord: plays electronic music from YouTube channels or popular rap (ex. Eminem’s “Lose Yourself”)

Toph:

-the Queen of Uber

-the most fun on road trips

-had AUX cord privileges, but they were revoked when she made a playlist that was just 72 minutes of Toto’s “Africa”

Zuko:

-either an Audi or a Lexus

-inside and outside of car is immaculate

-regrets having leather seats in the summer

-Little Tree Black Ice air freshener

-gets pulled over the most

-occasionally gets the AUX cord: plays Panic! At the Disco, Fall Out Boy, and select Avril Lavigne songs (think “Complicated” era)

-Iroh cannot drive therefore Zuko has to drive him everywhere: he insists on paying for gas but Zuko never lets him

-maybe has a motorcycle??? IDK I feel like he and Sokka could be Motorbike Buddies

Exhausted

Hakoda knows that Sokka is exhausted. 

They all were, all the time, his son even saying that tired was now apart of his personality. 

“That’s me,” he would joke, “the meat, sarcasm and perpetually tired guy.” 

Hakoda was tired, too. The war had been over for a few years now, and the Northern and Southern Water Tribes were working on rebuilding their relations as well as their cities. Hakoda, Bato and Sokka were the only ones as representatives for their small tribe of only 40, while the Northern had thousands, and had sent over 50 representatives.

They had decided to convene in Omashu, where King Bumi had been gracious enough to let them host, after the Northern Water Tribe realized that traveling from pole to pole was not an easy feat for the southerners (them, too, but they would never admit that). 

Getting a chance to speak was difficult, the formal language used was difficult, getting the representatives to understand just how different their tribes were was difficult, even finding a seat had been difficult. 

The door to the apartment they were staying in opened abruptly and then slammed a moment later, and Hakoda’s heart started to race. Sokka was home, and that meant that he…had to tell Sokka. Hakoda took a deep breath as his son entered the room. 

“S-“

“Not now,” Sokka practically growled, and if he had been a fire bender, he certainly would have let out a huff of fire, “I’m really not in the mood for anything right now. I’m hungry, exhausted and this place is horrible. The people here are all jerks.” 

“Sokka, I think you should—“

“Why do they care that we’re using one of the fifteen conference rooms? Bumi said it was fine!”

“Sokka, you should—“

“They weren’t even politicians! They were damn delivery drivers!” Sokka pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“should—“

“Dad, I literally just said I didn’t want to talk!”

“read—“

“Ugh!” Sokka threw his hands in the air, frustration pouring out of him. “Goodnight, dad. Don’t wake me in the morning, unless something catastrophic happens. Actually, scratch that, even if the world ends, don’t wake me up. La knows it would be an improvement.” 

The door slammed, and Hakoda stood. He couldn’t remember how long he stood, how long he stared at the door, before the reality of the situation hit him all at once. 

He covered his mouth with his left palm, an attempt to keep from sobbing, silent tears beginning to slide down his face, hands shaking, the crinkling parchment of the Fire Nation missive heavy in his hand. 

To whomever it may concern: 

Fire Lord Zuko, First of his Name, Protector of the Dragon Throne, and Master of Dragon Fire, has been assassinated by poisoned arrow on the date of the 17th, Late Sun. Lord Zuko was struck in the left shoulder by a lone arrow while presenting a speech to the Council of Education, and died a few hours later from his wounds, as the weapon was laced with belladonna. 

He leaves behind a grieving mother, sister, uncle, and nation. 

No successor has been named as of yet, however Prince Iroh is currently acting as reagent. 

Princess Azula is no longer in line for the Dragon Throne. 

Funeral rites were preformed shortly after death, and the body cremated, as it tradition. Only the Fire Lord’s mother, step father, half sister and Fire Sages had been present, as Prince Iroh was in Ba Sing Se at the time of Fire Lord Zuko’s death. 

May his flame burn bright forever. 

Councilmen of the Court of Flames