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If Araki won’t let his characters rest, then I WILL
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would you guys still love me if I was will graham's sock be honest
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fathers.
Sometimes Aang and his friends take turns guessing at how Zuko got the scar that covers half his face, at night when they are wrapped up in their blankets and curled up sleepily next to the fire, or during the long monotonous hours they spend leaning against the side of Appa’s saddle as they follow along the rugged coastline of the Mo Ce Sea. 
A freak training accident—an ugly street brawl—bested in a duel (surely not difficult to do, sniffs Katara)—insulted the wrong person at the wrong time—Agni himself decided to teach him a lesson.  Katara thinks the first explanation is the most likely.  Aang himself can't decide.
"Tripped over his own stupid pointy boots during a battle," Sokka says scornfully, "and fell flat on his face.  Idiot."
They’ve heard all kinds of rumors, from idle gossip among bored fishmongers and spice traders to irreverent speculation by Fire Nation soldiers and guards.  None of the explanations ever match up, and some of the theories are ridiculously far-fetched, but the sound of Zuko’s name always makes them freeze, as though the word might conjure up the prince himself.  But none of these theories are anything like the truth.
They find out in the market of an Earth Kingdom village.  Katara is filling her basket up with fruits, melon-cumbers and appleberries and mango-pears, while Sokka bargains for fresh filleted elephant-koi.  Aang is happily browsing a selection of colorful glass beads, combing his fingers through the bright greens and yellows, when he overhears Zuko's name.
“Have you heard about the banished prince caught sailing in Archipelago waters?” one elderly man says to another over their game of pai sho, and Aang stops in his tracks.  “Seems like he’s now displeased his father even more than he already has.  Think the Fire Lord will finish what he started and scorch off the rest of the brat's face this time?”
The old men laugh heartily, and bend back over their game.  Aang goes on standing there, frozen in confusion and a steadily growing dismay.  But that means, he thinks.  That means... He shakes his head.  No, it couldn’t mean what he thinks.  He must have misunderstood.  But a quick glance around at the stunned faces of his friends tells him that he hadn’t.  
Quietly they gather up their purchases and walk back to camp.  No one says a word, not even Katara.  
“It doesn't make a difference,” Sokka says suddenly that night, hunched over their fire.  He doesn't have to specify what he’s talking about.  They’ve all been thinking it.  “He’s still a jerk who wants to capture Aang.  He’s still the enemy.”
But it does, Aang thinks.  And the next time Zuko catches up to them, he finds himself looking closer at the scar that twists one side of Zuko’s face into an unnatural grimace, imagining that he can see the shape of a man’s hand in the dark, mottled skin and the blistered remnant of ear.   And maybe that’s why he goes easy on Zuko this time, doesn’t spin his staff and and send the sharp blast of air that would have sent Zuko slamming against the stone wall behind him.  Somewhere in the back of his mind, Aang can’t help thinking that maybe Zuko’s been hurt enough.
You don't understand about fathers, Zuko had said to him the first time Aang had met him.  Back then, Aang had thought it was an insult, to show off the power and prestige that comes with inheriting such a title, a boast about everything that Zuko had and that Aang did not. 
Now he thinks Zuko might have meant something quite different.  That Zuko had been talking about what a father might do to their son, as a punishment for disobedience. 
Aang closes his eyes and takes himself back to that moment in the South Pole, and hears Zuko's grave, quiet voice saying those words again.  Maybe, he thinks, maybe it was as close as Zuko could ever come to an apology, for doing what he thought he had to do.
Late that night, when he's warm and sleepy and curled up against Appa’s furry side, Aang tries to picture Gyatso, the closest thing he’d ever had to a father, ever striking him—even just a light, stinging slap across the face.  But he just can’t do it. 
And Aang knows then Zuko had been right about him.  He doesn’t understand about fathers after all.
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peachy-swamp · 5 months
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peachy-swamp · 6 months
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I have known you like no other, so I love you like no other. LOUISE BARNES as MIRANDA BARLOW & TOBY STEPHENS as CAPTAIN FLINT BLACK SAILS (2014 - 2017)
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peachy-swamp · 7 months
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this is literally fanfiction on screen
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Edward playing into the Blackbeard myth post-heartbreak
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peachy-swamp · 9 months
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ways to show up at your psychiatrist’s house according to will graham:
in the middle of the night, unannounced, to tell him you kissed a girl
in the middle of the night, unannounced, holding another man at gunpoint 
in the middle of the night, unannounced, with the intention of holding your psychiatrist at gunpoint
not at all, with the intention of making him pine for you
by standing in his doorway after you get a haircut and look all cute 
with a dead body on the table 
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peachy-swamp · 10 months
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@.harveyguillen
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me at ur avdol art: U CUTE AF BOY! U CUTE AF! LOOK AT U ALL DOUBLE CHEEKED UP ON A THURSDAY AFTERNOON!!! but to be serious your art is amazing and u do avdol justice
he's not wearing chaps for nothin!!
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Captain James Flint, Black Sails. | Captain Isabel Lovelace, Wolf 359
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peachy-swamp · 11 months
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tell me why too i adore everyone
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In therapy with Hannibal, Bedelia comes up with the “person suit/human veil” metaphor, about how Hannibal doesn’t let his friends or acquaintances see his true self, keeping them on the other side of the veil he has constructed for himself. When Hannibal later brings up his friendship with Will, saying that Will can assume his point of view, Bedelia says that it’s nice to have someone see us, which in Hannibal’s case means seeing behind his person suit/human veil.
In Trou Normand, Will finds out that Hannibal hid Nicholas Boyle’s body with Abigail after Abigail stabbed him to death. When Hannibal convinces Will to hide the information from Jack, the shot changes to show the two of them with the curtain/veil casting a shadow over their faces. This visual of them implies they’re behind the veil together. Will is choosing to conspire with Hannibal, seeing a glimpse of him through the veil without turning away for arguably the first time. Credit to @unknowingly-a-bear for this observation!
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