Hello! This is the personal blog of...well...she goes by lots of things. Feel free to enjoy, hate, feel neutral towards, etc anything posted on here.
Now, let us anoint the master who will help lead us in our new path. -Tenzin
PLEASE LET IT BE THE BEGINNING OF THAT SPIDER-WOMAN
—Spidey Super Stories #11 (1975) script by Jean Thomas, art by Win Mortimer & Mike Esposito
i feel like no one realizes how much korra must love her father. i mean, of course she loves both her parents equally but after watching the two of them for two books, it just kills me how he takes her in his arms like that and holds her. despite the fact that she’s strong and muscular and this amazing woman, she can so easily revert to being her father’s daughter. i dont want to call her a daddy’s little girl, but i feel like she definitely is. and she doesnt want to let him down because she knows how much shes done in the past and what he’s seen her do. she’s been selfish and stubborn, but he’s seen her blossom into this independent, selfless girl who he’s so proud of no matter what. and when he calls her sweetheart, you can just stab my fucking heart, carve it out and then carve a mini heart out of it before stabbing it again
This was painful. Like, really sad. And the consequences will be interesting. I knew Korra would have some sort of major event occur in her life that would cause her to become debilitated and incapable of performing her duties, so this was definitely in line with that, but it was still hard to watch. Also, instead of the death of someone close to her, which is what I thought would happen, we get something that physically debilitates her—which in some ways, is almost better, as it removes her power and agency in a much more real, visceral way. And for Korra, someone to whom power and energy and choice means everything, being stuck in a wheelchair is a pretty horrifying thing. I’m really interested to see where this goes, and how Korra learns her final lessons: Learning how to look to others for help, and learning to get back up again even when hope is nothing but a bitter memory.