Imo, atla has a bittersweet ending
Aang is sitting alone and wearing the air nomads clothes, his culture clothes, a necklace similar to GYATSO's necklace. I can't even imagine the emptiness and sadness he was feeling here
There are no airbenders in the crowd
All nation gathered..... except the air nomads.
No one else in the crowd wearing orange or yellow.
Aang won the war, but his people are still gone.
Yes, he has the Gaang, he has Katara, he has Momo and Appa. But he's still the last airbender.
This is so heartbreaking.
Does anyone else ever like forget how to socialize when you're tired/stressed/sleepy/hurt(or sometimes randomly)? It's like I no longer remember what's an appropriate thing to say and have to take longer to cycle through dialogue options in my head before I can decide if it sounds okay or not...I've always just said 'my filter disappears when I'm tired' buts its more like my brain can't keep up with the social cues and dialogue possibilities after a certain point and starts shutting down and my 'mask' slips completely
That infamous prison escape.
βThings I know about healing: Speaking kindly to yourself helps a lot.β
β Rebecca Ray
I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything