WHAT IF KORRA STAYS IN HER WHEELCHAIR AND TOPH COMES TO TEACH HER HOW TO EMBRACE HER DISABILITY WHILE BENDING
If the writers do that, then I will marathon both the Legend of Aang and everything in Legend of Korra over a single weekend. kathleenkuronuma, you are welcome to hold me to that.
The amount of people whining and saying how horrible it is that Korra is in a wheelchair and she needs to recover immediately is actually really upsetting.
I’m not even in the LoK fandom, but I’m in a wheelchair and friends with someone who is (so I loosely follow the series through her). I’ve been seeing her posts about the finale on my dash, so I come in the tag to investigate and…
Yeah. Wow. Uh.
How about no.
How about, “Let’s hope they don’t screw this up next season with an instant ~magical healing~ and actually explore the ramifications of being the Avatar but also having a physical disability.”
How about, “Let’s use this as an opportunity to show that she can still be a kick-ass Avatar because it’s not just about physical strength.”
How about, “LET’S REMEMBER THAT TOPH BEI FONG WAS ONE OF THE MOST BADASS CHARACTERS OF THE FIRST AVATAR SERIES AND BLIND.”
…I just have a lot of feelings about this subject, and maybe I should step away before I have to remember how to be flexible enough to put my own foot in my mouth, but. Yeah. I feel you, OP.
This really hit me in a personal way. (If you don’t know who Christine Ha is, she’s the season 3 winner of the American version of Masterchef, and she has a form of blindness.) And I know that there are no words to properly describe this feeling to someone who is able-bodied. Trust me. As someone whose main medium is words, I have tried hard and often.
There’s just no way to describe the feeling of working hard at your chosen passion, wanting more than anything to be taken seriously and respected because of your talents, while having to fight the alternating terror that is wondering if people—if your own peers—will either dismiss you or see you as someone to smother in endless praise and carry around as some Reader’s Digest/Chicken Soup for the Soul kind of story solely because of your condition.
And this is also why REPRESENTATION IS SO IMPORTANT. Actual representation, not just movies like Soul Surfer where it’s like “oh, she had her arm bitten off by a shark but she overcame it and it’s so wonderful.” Stuff like this. I’ve been watching this entire season, and so far, I’ve been really pleased with the treatment she’s getting (apart from people picking her last for the team challenges, but it’s okay, girl; I got picked last a lot in PE). The judges pull no punches when critiquing her, even if it’s negative critiques. She does all her own preparing, cooking, etc. She’s a fucking badass in the kitchen, and she won on her own merit, and I need to get my hands on her cookbook so I can be a badass in the kitchen, too.
Sinclair looks a bit like a really chubby Atlas, oops.
#living the gus Sinclair appreciation life
All day, every day. <3
Last night as I was going to bed, I had a thought: Gordon Ramsay as an Angel of the Lord, tasked with following around the Winchester brothers.
this is too good not to publish omg. he would be so done with them so quickly.
on the plus side they’d probably screw up less under him pft.
I want to write fic of this scenario so bad, you don’t even know.
“Oh, my God, what is that? Hm? What’s that? What’s that there? Is that what I think it is? Is that—oh, my God, it is. That’s an Angel Blade just lying out on the table. What is—? Are you bloody kidding me with this? Do you know what this can do to someone? Hm? Do you know or did you just start hunting yesterday?
"Christ, you—you’re gonna get us all killed at this rate! And you’d better both be hoping I’m not offed, ‘cause if I’m dead, yeah—hey—HELLO! I’m talking, right? Am I? I am. Right. So, you two better straighten up and get your shit together, because if that ends up in someone else’s hands and I end up on the other end of that Blade, you two are fucked.
"Did I make myself clear?"
Foil-baked beef meatballs and potatoes with honey-barbecue sauce (which also contains cinnamon and a capful of imitation vanilla extract). Baked at 400-F for 20-minutes.
Mom just got home, so she hasn’t tried her serving yet, but Adrian added cheese to his portion, which adds a nice touch to it. (This is a picture of his packet, pre-cheese) The meatballs were from the freezer section, but I want to try this again with my own hand-formed meatballs—mostly so I can try experimenting with seasoning the meat. We have a pantry full of powdered herbs that don’t seem to get much usage!
My biggest fear was that the potatoes would turn out soggy, but they didn’t! I was also worried that the barbecue sauce would retain a lot of its spicy quality, but it didn’t. I was also worried that the cinnamon and vanilla would offer too much sweetness, but there’s just the very small hint of sweet at the very end.
Now to see what Mom thinks—and also to find out if she wants me to make her salad to go along with it!
Seriously. Why am I just finding out about all the things today? XD
Oh well. These are good things.
You’ve said everything. I have nothing left to add
Except, perhaps, scores of really good Doctor Who or Cowboy Bebop cosplay jokes.
Unless you’re not into either show. In which case, disregard my advice.