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Unordinary episode 89:

Now we reached the TRUE problem with John. It’s not his powers that makes him hesitate, it’s himself. He needs to find a way to forgive and love himself so that he won’t revert back to his ruthless ways.

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Azula was not power hungry

A common misconception about Azula is that she was power hungry. But she wasn’t. Everything she did, she did for her father and for the Fire Nation. When she conquered Ba Sing Se, she said, “The Fire Nation has conquered Ba Sing Se” not “I have conquered Ba Sing Se.” She categorized it as a group effort. She definitely thought that she’d make a better Fire Lord than Zuko, but she didn’t actually want to be Fire Lord. If she did, she wouldn’t have brought Zuko home as a hero instead of as a prisoner. Azula seemed perfectly okay with Zuko being the new heir to the throne. All Azula desperately wanted was her father’s approval and affection, and she also was terrified of ending up like Zuko (the disfavored child of Ozai).

She also did what she genuinely thought was best for the Fire Nation. Azula did like to be in control in most situations but she wasn’t after a greater power, like being Fire Lord. She only wanted the throne at the very end because it was all she had left. She no longer had her father, friends, mother, or even Zuko. Azula was terribly unhappy when Ozai gave her the Fire Lord title instead of allowing her to come with him to destroy the Earth Kingdom. As messed up as it is, destroying the Earth Kingdom was Azula’s idea of father-daughter bonding time. At her core, what Azula craved the most was real unconditional love, not power.

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Do you mind expending on your headcanon of Azula being fundamentally a good person?

It's a new perspective I hadn't considered yet.

The thing with Azula is that the perspective of her as a bad person is largely a result of protagonist-centered morality. From the perspective of the Gaang she’s a villain, and therefor she’s presented to the audience as a bad person.

Except if you stop viewing her as The Antagonist, and instead just view her as a teenager raised in an environment of extreme propaganda and parental abuse, she stops being a villain and starts being a person trying her best to do the right thing. She just has been raised with a warped idea of what “the right thing” is. 

She believes that serving the Fire Lord, and by extension the Fire Nation, is fundamentally moral. She’s a dyed-in-the-wool patriot. We as the audience know that the Fire Nation is on the wrong side of this conflict, but then people take that a step further and decide that any actions taken in support of the Fire Nation are wrong (at least, when Azula does them). 

But if you reject the idea that supporting the Fire Nation means someone must be fundamentally evil (which is necessary to accept the redemption of Iroh and Zuko) then there really isn’t a whole lot of reason to think Azula is a bad person. She fights the Gaang, but it’s a war and they’re the enemy. She conquers Ba Sing Se, but it’s a war and she does it without bloodshed. She almost kills Aang, but it’s a war and he’s a walking WMD on a mission to kill her father. 

Azula can certainly be mean, but so can Zuko, and nobody suggests that he’s fundamentally a terrible person. There’s absolutely no reason to think Azula wouldn’t change her behavior if given the kind of mentorship that Zuko got.  

And none of this even gets into the fact that she’s raised by an abusive father, or the psychological impacts of being a child soldier, both of which make it even harder to look at Azula’s actions and conclude that she’s fundamentally a bad person. Not to mention the huge issue with declaring a fourteen-year-old to be irredeemably evil. Nobody is finished developing and maturing at age fourteen. If Iroh can have a redemption as a fully-grown adult and former warmongering general, then surely we can accept that a kid is capable of growth.

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Look Becky literally is a human dictionary, you cannot convince me that she dosen´t know some vulgarities. 

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every cartoon deserves a bad end friends story i guess

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Can you do Boscha x Edric trapped in a lighthouse? If not that's okay too thank you

sorry for making you wait so long! I hope you get to see this, question asker, and I hope you like it! I hadn’t heard of this ship before so I wanted to do something silly and wholesome! thanks for the patience!

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“I can’t believe I would listen to Amity after everything,” Boscha grumbled, crossing her arms. “Telling me to meet her down by the old lighthouse…she probably knew the boiling rains were about to start, too…” As she sat on the splintering wooden floor, she realized all three of her eyes were fighting back tears. Not of sadness, of course- Amity lost her chance to be Boscha’s friend and frankly, Boscha didn’t really care about the loss. No, they were tears of embarrassment. She leaned against old crates draped with worn ropes and realized this whole adventure was just a trick from Amity so her time with Luz wouldn’t be interrupted. Well, fine. I needed some alone time.

As if on cue, she heard the noise of something heavy falling on the upper level of the lighthouse. She sprung to her feet, fists clenched. Her mind went completely blank, forgetting all the magic she knew. Adrenaline was taking control, and she only half-noticed, with a hint of despair, that she soon found herself bounding up the winding stairs of the old building. “Who’s there?” She shouted.

“B-Boscha?” A familiar male voice answered. She stopped dead in her tracks. “Edric? What are you doing here?” Her knuckles were now a bright white from being clenched so tightly. Edric popped up from behind a stack of crates and immediately noticed the offensive position she’d taken. “I don’t think I could win a fight against a grudgby player,” he said lamely. She glanced down at her hands and let them fall to her sides. “My question still stands.”

He dusted himself off before responding, “For your information, I was working on an illusion for class. I wanted to see if I could make a kraken.”

“Could you?”

“Could I what?”

Boscha stared incredulously for several moments. “Make the kraken.”

“Oh!” He laughed, pretending to hit himself in the forehead with his palm before  suddenly getting serious. “Do you see one?” Boscha let out the loudest sigh she could. Before she could respond, he immediately cut in: “Clearly not. I could have, but then the rains started, and I’d need to be on the top of the lighthouse for it to work. So I’m stuck here now, with you.”

They stood in an uncomfortable silence for several moments before Boscha asked, “So what did you drop?”

Edric turned a bright red. Behind him, a many-tentacled little beast with a dangerously sharp beak screeched. It padded around madly, making satisfying pop-pop-pop-pop sounds. “I thought you said you needed to be outside,” Boscha smirked.

Edric rolled his eyes before the little kraken disappeared. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“Your stupid sister was trying to get me to go away,” Boscha said quickly and bitterly, turning from him. She made a move for the staircase, hoping to wait out the rest of the storm on a lower level from the Blight son, before he grabbed her shoulder. “Sorry,” he said immediately, putting his hands up defensively. “But, maybe you two just…aren’t good for each other anymore.”

    Boscha opened her mouth to answer, but once again he was faster. “You’re not a bad person. You know that, right? You’re cool, and you’re talented, and you’re cute…” A pause before shaking his head, as if to right his thoughts. “But that doesn’t mean you’re always gonna have the same friends forever.”

    Boscha crossed her arms in front of her chest, almost protectively. Her face was burning, for a multitude of reasons. Edric sighed, and turned to sit on the nearest crate. He patted the space next to him until she finally gave in and sat next to him. “She abandoned me.”

    He considered this for a moment. Boscha wasn’t looking at him, which was okay. He was confused why he was so suddenly shy. This never happened. “It was just so sudden she changed, and then all of a sudden I was the bad guy for just being me.” The tears were starting to well up again.

    “Maybe it didn’t happen the way it should have,” Edric started to say slowly. “But maybe it needed to happen. For both of you. Sometimes you’re just in different places. Maybe she could’ve been a better friend, but maybe you could’ve, too…?” He said this with extreme hesitation, once again aware that he wouldn’t be able to win a fight against a grudgby player. Instead, she put her head on his shoulder and sighed for several seconds. “Maybe.”

    They stayed that way for a small eternity before suddenly Boscha felt a tiny pop-pop sensation on her calf. She kicked her leg up to see another tiny kraken clinging to her pant leg. “How many of these did you make?” She laughed, wiping her eyes. Edric smiled. “Probably too many. Can’t even find them all.”

    After several moments of quietly unsticking tentacles from her pant leg, Boscha and Edric proceeded to do a sweep of the entire lighthouse, top to bottom, laughing and collecting the tiny krakens. The storm had stopped hours ago, but neither of them pretended to notice.