What were your thoughts on the Last Airbender movie?
Actually I didn’t see that movie yet, which is no slight to the movie or M. Night. It’s just I lived with the animated series for five years and it became a phenomenon and I love the series. I just didn’t get around to watching it when it came out. There were all these reasons, I blogged about it and then I ended up having lunch with the creators Mike and Bryan. They’re like, “Don’t watch the film. You don’t even want to.” I’m sure I’ll catch it sooner or later. I’m a big M. Night fan anyway. I love Dev Patel as...
Apparently today is Avatar's 10th anniversary...here have a fic!
In one year a person could accomplish much. She had chosen to run away Run away and not be found.
In two she mostly just stood alone. Living only off of what the land would give her. On most nights she was lonely.
The other three years became something of a blur as she counted them off. Everything seemed to be the same old thing. She didn’t know how she’d managed to go for five years all by herself in such a strange place.
She decided after those five years she was tired of being alone, hungry, and silently afraid. Decided that...
After a long while of staring at the ceiling, the cold metal shackles biting her hands all the while, and enduring Ling-Ling’s attempts to make conversation, she had found herself in something of a sleep.
Her dream wasn’t unpleasant.
The dream was a bit of a blur; she was a little girl again. Ling-Ling and Heekul were both real people, her mother loving. Zuko had joined them in whatever game they were playing.
Azula, upon waking could most vividly remember the faces and the smells—freshly cut grass and her mother’s floral perfume lingered on the fringes of her...
“You see, Princess, I don’t like your kind.” Tang-Shin continued with his circling. “You. People like you, are sick. The lot of you deserve to die. The lot of you are only good for experimenting on. And of the lunatics in this asylum your breed is the worst—with your silly voices and your ludicrous visions…”
Azula’s upper lip twitched into a snarl. The man was speaking as if he didn’t have an issue or two of his own.
"If you thought we treated you with neglect and abuse in the regular ward…the underground ward, well it’s a whole new world of torment."
With each step Azula felt her body grow more and more weary. Each and every one of her footfalls more wobbly than the next.
Tang-Shin was leading her down a hall that was just as bleak as every other. She wondered how the man navigated the place—everything looked the same to her; white or yellowing-white, lined with tightly sealed doors, and a floor that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in millenniums. She chose to ignore the alarming red splotch near one of the doors.
Was that what she had been sleeping on?
They reached the end of the hall where stood a giant knobless door....