AVATAR NYCC Trailer, InterviewAVATAR NYCC Season 3.5 Trailer & Toon Zone InterviewAVATAR NYCC Trailer, Interview7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A Zutarians Analysis
***Contains Spoilers, Random Acts of Spazzing, and Zutara Fangirl Opinions***
First of all, if you havent read MizSweets analysis, you should, cuz I agree with a lot of her stuff and this is only going to add to it and probably repeat some of it. So, yeah, check out her stuff! The link is in the description.
The first order of business is to define what CANON means and why Zutara IS in fact CANON, according to how present Avatards use it. I have looked up definitions of CANON and here is what I found:
> "Canon" is a term used by fans of anime and manga. Two characters that end up as a couple in the end of a series is considered canon.
> Default pairings, often used to describe pairings in fanfiction that are claimed to be obvious. In other words, a couple that is heavily promoted or suggested in the show.
> Another word for official.
Ok from these definitions, we can call Kataang CANON beca
Earning Love in AVATARThe Concept of Earning Love in AvatarEarning Love in AVATAR7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Zutarians Analysis On How Love Really Works
Kataang should happen in the show because if it doesnt it would send kids the wrong message about love, and that message is that no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, and no matter how many obstacles you have to overcome to earn her affection, she will never love you in return.
Okay, has anyone else ever heard this kind of statement from a Kataanger before? I know I have. And Ive heard it so many times that it has finally made me think, and Ive come up with one simple thing.
That concept is twisted.
Basically, it should read like this:
Kataang SHOULD NOT happen in the show because it would send kids the wrong message about love, that message being that you can do all of these things for a girl and eventually she will love you cuz thats how love works.
Now Ill probably get flamed terribly for that
AVATAR STATE -Foreshadowing-AVATAR STATE ForeshadowingAVATAR STATE -Foreshadowing-7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
~A Serious Look at Aangs True Destiny~
Even now people are still questioning whether Aang will use the Avatar State (AS) or not. Though we have two DVD cover pictures that clearly portray Aang in the AS, the question of whether he will use it and even how he will use it still seems to come up. As a Zutarian, I find it quite clear. It has been spelled out for us rather easily. And heres where we find it:
Aang: (startled) What? Why would I let go of Katara? I...I..I love her.
Guru Pathik: (reasonably) Learn to let her go, or you cannot let the pure cosmic energy flow in from the universe.
Aang: (crossly) Why would I choose cosmic energy over Katara? How could it be a bad thing that I feel an attachment to her? Three chakras ago, that was a good thing.
Guru Pathik: (firmly) You must learn to let go.
***This is taken from the transcripts on AvatarSpirit.net.***
Interesting choice of words there. Even Aang realizes to some e
Bryke Interview RevelationsBryke Interview RevelationsBryke Interview Revelations7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
This was supposed to be a journal entry but it turned into an essay, so enjoy!
Okay, I have been on a hunt this afternoon for the interview where Bryke says that everything in the show has a meaning, a reason, a purpose. Someone once commented on something that I wrote about this interview and they even gave a great excerpt of it. If you still have that or know where I can find it, oh, I would be so grateful! Does anybody know what I'm talking about? Is it an interview in a Nick magazine? Cuz I've just read all the interviews I could find on the net, and I got nothing.
Anyway, besides that plea for help, I was reading the two most known interviews (the one during Spring Break 2007 and the Toon Zone at the 2008 NYCC), and I came to a few awesome revelations. Wanna get all Zutara excited with me? Okay!
First, let's play CONNECT THE DOTS:
It's really important to Mike and I on the show that these aren't black and white characters. We
DO NOT TRUST -Sozin's Comet-DO NOT TRUST THE BOOK - NZD: Save the Zutarians!!!DO NOT TRUST -Sozin's Comet-7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
***This used to be my Journal Entry but I moved it to an Essay since it was getting long and more Zutarians need to see this. But if you have already read it, read it again, things have been added.***
PLEASE READ THIS - ALL SPOILERS ARE FAKE ANYWAY, SO YOU ARE NOT SCREWING UP YOUR LIFE BY READING THIS. IN FACT, YOU WILL BE SCREWING UP YOUR HOPE IN ZUTARA IF YOU DON'T READ THIS!!!
Link to the Spoilers: http://kyatto.livejournal.com/284921.html#cutid1
As the leader of the newfound group called the Ninja Zutarians of Doom, I have a few choice words to say about this comic book. No, I have not read it, but, yes, I have read every spoiler, seen all the scans, and whatever else, and I am here to DISPROVE IT ENTIRELY!!!
You heard me, Zutarians, KATAANG IS NOT THE END!!!
Don't believe it for a flipping second! It's NOT TRUE!!!
WHY? It's simple!
LET'S THINK LOGICALLY SHALL WE?
As Zutarians, we NEED to think logically, and we KNOW that Br
TFFTPNSHBW CH1PROLOGUE:TFFTPNSHBW CH16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The singing duo had left the stage and now stood at a friendly distance. The taller however, seemed slightly intimidated by his female partner; after a moment's silence, she spoke up.
"Karl, talk to me. What's going on?"
"Well, you see it's... um, funny thing, really..."
"Karl, you're never this shy, least of all around me... Karl, I know you're alive, and, you have feelings, so I don't think this is very like you, I want you to tell me the truth."
"The truth? I-I'm not quite sure what you-" Karl tensed immediately before relaxing slightly, she had put her finger to his mouth in the silencing gesture, and as soon as he made eye contact with her, she stood back.
"Karl, I'm fairly sure you like me. I mean really like me. Is that true?" Karl nodded dejectedly. She stepped forward again, lifting his face with a little effort, and smiled reassuringly. "Karl, you're very sweet, and I'd never deliberately hurt you..." Karl's shoulders tensed a bit, he was afraid of a c
Karl X Climber Fan Fic Ch1Prolog:Karl X Climber Fan Fic Ch16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Karl never thought of himself as human. He was not human, he was a living statue. But even though he despised to consider it, the truth was, apart from the physical aspect of it, he was human. He had emotions. Emotions only humans could know. Emotions like anger & rage. An elephant morns the loss of a family member, but is never vengeful. Karl was thought to be insane, and sometimes, he thought he was insane. But wether or not he was insane, the fact remained, he had emotion. He was not some soulless killing machine. He had emotions, such as greed & envy, & love.
The first time Karl met Climber it was in battle. Climber was defending Clarice. Climber wasnt strong or smart. No. What attracted Karl to Climber wasnt any of those things. It was the lack of them. Climber didnt have any skills at all, what he did have was heart. The first time they fought, Karl could tell Climber was compelled by compassion. His awkward cloth body was so, passionate. Kar
Storm of Hate part 1Storm of Hate part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Climber had a dream that night. But it felt more like a nightmare.
He was standing in a room of some kind, a dressing room from the looks of it. Not only that, but he was holding a violin, to which he noticed he was playing. In this dream, he seemingly had no control over his body. The door opened and he turned to look. There was a woman in the doorway, her long red hair draping her shoulders in curly locks. "Karl...what are you doing here?" She said in here soft voice. Climber seemed confused as his body moved and hugged the woman delicately. "I just wanted to wish you a good show."
He hugged her closely. She gasped at the sudden pressure, but seemed to return the favor. "That...and I wanted to say my...goodbyes." "Goodbyes? What do you-" Suddenly she stopped, her breathing going more quiet or quickening. Climber couldn't tell, but he could see what he (or Karl) was doing. The black blade stabbed through her middle, twisting painfully causing the warm crimson to spill out on him. "K-K
Fluff to Stone part 1Fluff to Stone part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Climber groaned. What had happened? That much, he couldn't remember. He got up slowly. Something felt.....odd though. He felt...heavier for some reason. Much heavier. Maybe someone had opened him up while he was out cold and stuffed him with rocks? That was a possibility, but who would want to do that?
Another thing was odd. He was on the roof of one of the old park buildings. It had rained last night, and he remembered hiding as soon as it started to avoid getting wet. He never did enjoy it when his face got melted off by the water. So, why was he on a roof? That's usually where rain hits first, right? None of this was making sense.
The final notice, was something that terrified him completely: his pick-ax was gone. He was immediately panicked. Without his pick-ax he was defenseless. Useless against anyone who would threaten him. Karl. If he had lungs, his breathing would have quickened. Now he was sure something was wrong. What was he doing out in the open when Karl was no doubt on t
Sherlock- Blood JWWWarning- Post reichenbach spoilers and angstSherlock- Blood JWW3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A John Watson's War fic
He was back in that blasted chair again.
There was a little piece of loose thread on the arm of the chair. He used to work at it, back when he'd come here regularly for his post-Afghanistan PTS and nightmares. Back when he didn't want to talk to the woman.
He didn't want to talk now, either.
His quivering fingers plucked at the string.
Ella sat across from him. For the first five minutes she'd smiled patiently at him. The next ten the smile faded but she still held silent, kind patience.
The thirty minutes after that she'd stopped trying to look patient. She looked at her watch for the umpteenth time wanly, holding back a sigh.
John hadn't wanted to come. It had been by Mrs. Hudson's demand and Ella's suggestion that he come in. Between the kidnapping and his unwitting run-in with an assassin, he'd been more frayed at the edges than normal. Any progress he'd managed to make in the past months had all but unraveled. He
Worlds Apart Chapter 11Worlds Apart Chapter 1110 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
HAHA! Chapter 11 up and ready! I hope you guys like it! Thankies to all who reviewed and especially my beta, Sarah!
Disclaimer: I don't own them...i do own Antonio!
Chapter 11: Nightmares
2 days later
"So… you two are… together?" Antonio asked. Draco and Harry nodded. Ron gave them a calculating look.
"But you two haven't…" Ron trailed off, blushing.
"No." Harry laughed at Ron's expression.
"Abstinence is for me!" Draco said in mock cheerfulness. All of the boys laughed and Draco grinned.
"You two are so lucky. I lost my love…" Antonio said sadly.
"Really… I'm sorry…" Harry said, suddenly interested. The story about Slytherin and Antonio floated to the top of his mind. Draco looked at Harry apprehensively and turned his attention back to Antonio.
"What happened?" Ron prompted.
"Well… really… we didn't like each ot
Worlds Apart Chapter 12Worlds Apart Chapter 1210 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chappie Twelve comin at ya! For reviewing refrence: Please do not associate this with any past occurances in the books...just take it for what it is...thank you! Thank you to all my reviewers! and MAJOR THANK YOU TO SARAH!
Disclaimer: I own antonio...and that's about it...
Chapter 12: The Departure of Dumbledore
Draco sighed and looked around the room. This was going to be fun. Sure, both Harry and himself were being chased by Voldemort, but now they had a room to themselves and they were safe. (Life can't get much better) he thought. Then he noticed there was only one bed. (I was wrong…) he mused. He heard Severus tell them something and then leave.
"I wonder how long we're gonna be in here…" he heard Harry say.
"Who cares?" he replied, pulling Harry to him and bringing them into a kiss. Harry smiled into the kis
Sherlock- NurseWarning- contains post reichenbach spoilers.Sherlock- Nurse3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Molly Hooper was having a bad day.
It was her day off, or, at least, was supposed to be. And yet she was here. Truthfully, she hadn't left Bart's in nearly two days, save for a quick pop home for a wash before she received an urgent call to return. Then she came back to find her favorite sociopath bleeding in the mortuary, appearing dead. She'd managed to stop the bleeding without bandaging him, thankfully. Bandages would come later, out of sight.
He looked bloody awful, or at the least, both bloody and awful. Doubtless a closed-casket funeral would be in order. Thank God. She didn't know how they'd pull of an open casket. She waited, but no-one came to see the body. The report said that he had been dead on arrival. And he had probably seemed it. Molly knew a bit about anesthetics, and the particular one she'd given to the man was actually from one of his earlier cases. A man had faked his death by the drug, and luckily she still had a bit t
SH: After the Bombs Chapter IVGood old John Watson never let any of his friends down. Loyal to a fault, he would do anything he could to help. Talk to powerful siblings, go to the police, and do it all again. Despite the fact that Sally Donovan clearly hated the idea of anyone willing to help Sherlock Holmes, she was willing to help John Watson. She was cursing Sherlock all the way through and being her aggressive self, but she did give John what he wanted.SH: After the Bombs Chapter IV4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Inspector Lestrade is at a crime scene," Donovan said as she shuffled through papers that clearly weren't her own. "But he did mention they found something." Donovan glanced at John. "Though I'm not sure if I should give you this information."
John let out a long sigh. "Donovan, Sherlock isn't the criminal, and we need to stop Moriarty."
"I know that," Donovan said, clearly trying to restrain herself, but as always she found that difficult when it came to Sherlock Holmes. "But you're talking about risking your life for him and he isn't worth it!"
John shook his
SpeakSpeak3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ahh, Johnny boy! Good to see you again. It's been a while."
Moriarty closed the door behind him to ensure the extra privacy for him and his hostage. "So, hows life with Sherlock? Exciting, I'm sure." He came behind John and ran his fingers through his hair. "He always did seem to have some sort of strange... fascination with you." His look became harsh, but quickly returned to its usual smirk. "Don't get me wrong, you are incredibly fascinating. Tons of fun. I just sometimes wonder why he keeps such a wonderfully exploitable weakness around." He pulled back John's head slightly. John looked up at him and made muffled groans through his gag.
"Oh yes, sorry about that gag. Just a bit of a formality. You know how boys can be. So excitable. Besides, I've had you before;" Moriarty proceeded to slowly take off the gag. As it dropped to the floor, John remained perfectly still and silent. "I know I don't need this with you. Always so quiet, Doctor. Were you trained to do that or just somethi
Sherlock Fanfic - NightmaresChapter One - Strange eventsSherlock Fanfic - Nightmares4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No! No, no, no, no !"
John was having another nightmare about his time in Afghanistan. Sherlock knew he'd be tossing and turning in bed, all the while muttering and sometimes shouting after his army colleagues, his friends, that he just couldn't save.
"It wasn't your fault John." Sherlock said very quietly under his breath. He hated to see his friend like this. John would wake up insanely early, stumble downstairs and try not to wake his flat-mate who, although John didn't know it, was already awake and would start writing his blog or read a mind-numbingly boring book in an effort to chase away his demons and find some peace, only to found by his flat-mate, at 6am, asleep in the most awkward positions on his reading chair. No wonder why he always had neck ache.
John was having these nightmares every night now. He'd wake up drenched in sweat, wondering how the heck he managed to get back to bed after his venture downstairs in the middle of
SherlockI was calling your name.Sherlock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My whole existence revolved around that one name, that name that always appeared to be readied inside my throat, ready to escape my lips at any moment.
Whether questioningly, or with exasperation, admiration or with frustration; your name was the one that was always there.
It was your name that I heard the most.
People talk about you a lot.
It's your other names that I hear as well.
It was the tones with which they say it, the slight hesitations or intonation of their voices as they say your syllables. It brings with it their feelings towards you.
But now I am screaming your name with pure and total fear.
It is omniscient, consuming, terrifying to hear. It shakes my core and being, my morals are shaken and spiralling and I feel anger building in my veins in foresight of what could've happened.
What, surely, can't have happened?
I am falling to my knees involuntarily. Meaning wavers and slips from your name, it becom
SH: After the Bombs ChapterIIILestrade had never particularly warmed to John Watson. He felt no real dislike for the man, more a disinterest. And Lestrade had never understood why Sherlock had suddenly decided to work with this army doctor. He seemed to bring no new knowledge to the table and merely played into Sherlock's vanity by regularly complimenting the - admittedly impressive - deductions the man made. Lestrade had suspected John Watson had been a tool to annoy the police. Something they should object to and something Sherlock could then demand to keep near him, thus showing them all that Sherlock Holmes was too important to obey the rules.SH: After the Bombs ChapterIII4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes had not changed in the 4 - nearly 5 - years Lestrade had known him. His brilliance was the only thing that made Lestrade swallow his anger time and time again. The truth was, sometimes - just sometimes - he needed Sherlock's help. And he could swallow his pride and bear the insults, because at the end of the day Sherlock would help Lestrade solve the case.
Sherlock- BoxJohn blinked at the box in the middle of the floor. It was fresh, new. The label on the side was addressed to Speedy's café, so John knew it wasn't originally meant to be in the flat. Mrs. Hudson wouldn't randomly leave a box in the middle of the floor, and John definitely hadn't had anything to do with it, so that left Sherlock.Sherlock- Box3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As far as things Sherlock brought back to the apartment, a cardboard box was mundane, at best. That was part of what worried John. He moved to examine the box, speculating as to what could be inside.
The first thing that he noted was that it was upside down. The bottom of the box, which was now the top, was still sealed with packing tape. Closer examination showed that the tape across the top of the box (now tucked underneath) had been peeled off, so the only opening was at the bottom. This also meant that it had been opened, which reduced the fear that Sherlock was stealing a café's mail.
With a huff, John plopped down in his chair, staring at the b
The Best Man He Ever Knew P3When John woke, the first thing he registered after rubbing his sleep-blurred eyes into focus was that he was not in his room. Automatically, he was on full alert, his hand going for the pistol at his sidethat wasn't there. Calm down, he thought. Breathe.The Best Man He Ever Knew P34 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Good morning to you too." A deep voice next to him muttered dryly.
John just about jumped out of his skin.
He looked up to see Sherlock leaning against the headboard, hands linked behind his head, smirking at John's bewildered expression.
"Sherlock? Whathow "
"You fell asleep last night. I knew you hadn't been getting much sleep lately, so I thought it was best to just let you stay here."
Last night? John was silent for a moment as he waited for his brain to process the information. Sherlock had a nightmare last night. I went into his room to wake him up. We sat up talking. I must have fallen asleep.
"How long have you been up?" he asked.
"About an hour. I was waiting for you, didn't want to wake you. So," he said, j
Worlds Apart - Chapter 3Worlds Apart - Chapter 311 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Harry slid down the stairs of the train and smiled. /I'm finally home!/ he thought, just as a certain silvery-blonde haired boy caught his eye. /I forgot about him.../
"Firs' yeasy! Firs' years follow me!" Came the low rumble of Hagrid's voice. Harry grinned as he approached.
"Hi, Hagrid!" He said cheerfully, completely forgetting about Draco.
"All righ' there, Harry?" Hagrid asked, his beetle black eyes crinkling into a smile. Harry nodded.
"Good!" Hagrid said,"Well...I should get back ter the firs' years. See yeh in the castle!"
"Ok!" Harry said and followed Hermione and Ron to the carriages that awaited them. They quickly stepped into a rather large carriage and sat down, talking excitedly about the
TopazYou always had to get the last word in.Topaz6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember, when we would argue.
I remember, when you would lose.
I remember, you saying, when you thought I couldnt hear, Theres no point anyway
I used to walk with you.
I used to talk to you.
I used to listen to you tell me all of your little problems.
I used to squeeze your hand, to try and comfort you.
As we parted, Im sure I heard you say, All that doesnt matter anyway
I stayed up late talking to you on the phone.
I stayed up listening to you scream that you just cant take it anymore.
I stayed up trying my best to come up with something that would make you feel better.
I tried my best, and I could see you smiling in my mind. This image couldnt stifle your sigh, or your words, Everything will be alright one day
I cried inside the day you came to me with tears in your eyes.
I cried when you leaned on my shoulder, and told me you got your heart broken.
Sherlock- SocialSherlock Holmes was not a social person.Sherlock- Social3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Watson had realized this rather quickly after meeting the Consulting Detective, and that fact had been only proven with time. As far as social norms or etiquette went, the man was clueless, and many times didn't seem to care. Only on rare occasions when he insulted someone he actually got along with (as much as a sociopath can get along with anyone), did he ask a shy 'not good?' after a mishap.
This came to John's mind as the two sat in relative silence on either side of a café table.
They were awaiting a client, somewhat. Sherlock had insisted on arriving nearly an hour and a half early to scout out the area. The man they were meeting had been being threatened, and Sherlock said that the longer he had to scout out the area, the more likely he would be to spot a spy or a tail on the man. Sherlock was so engaged in this business that he'd stopped talking almost altogether. He mumbled to himself, saying quick theories and deductions under his
Worlds Apart - Chapter 6Worlds Apart - Chapter 611 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had a "wOOt for Harry" moment! It may not sound like a *normal* moment, but I was proud of myself! Ok...here it is: I Snogged Draco Malfoy! remember how I had been writing about how he wrote me that letter (which I am *still* not sure about.)? Yeah...I'm assuming that I like him, considering I just snogged that hell out of him! Even better: He Responded! He didn't pull away! He kissed me back! Aack! Ron and Hermione are coming! Laters!
-a very very happy-
Harry snapped his journal shut as Ron and Hermione approached him.
"What'chya doing, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Stuff..." He replied calmly.