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zuko, candid cam

I’ve been really happy that AtLA has finally dropped on Netflix USA - I know a lot of people haven’t seen it before, and I’ve been watching it virtually with some friends who haven’t either. I hope yall can enjoy it! Please see if you haven’t already!

Apart from some episodes from season 1, I’ve only seen it once while it was airing on tv the first time all those years ago, but it had such an impact on my life! And on our culture and western animation especially. I’m pursuing animation now, actually :D For this one I really wanted to practice with acting and facial expressions, and I feel like I’ve learned a lot. I hope you like it ;u;

I feel like I only ever draw fan art of Zuko lol…

Used: Clip Studio Paint, Wacom intuos pro.

( insp. )

Baby bear catching snowflakes

here’s the link to donate to george floyd’s official memorial fund if you are able to contribute. if you can’t donate, please share. being black shouldn’t be a death sentence.

*RARE* John Denver & Johnny Cash - Take Me Home Country Roads

Found this while going through my granddad’s VHS tapes and couldn’t find it anywhere online, so here it is.

Just finished hamlet & had to share THIS

”You can just call me Jake,” their teacher said the first time they met. “The title’s ridiculous and we all know it.“ ”Yes, sir,” Berenson’s new students chorused obediently (Yes, Prince Jake.) (Ax called him prince from the very beginning - it was respect, it was allegiance, but do you think maybe it was also something else? A reminder, that they follow him, he holds their lives in his choices, and he is not - can never be - one of them. He knows this by the end; Ax knows it in the beginning.)

Jake would have been very unremarkable, if he hadn’t walked through that construction site, if the Yeerk expansion had not come to Earth in his lifetime.  His family is well off and he’s not much of a follower (good leaders make poor lackeys, there’s a reason that there’s an officer track), so he wouldn’t have been likely to go into the military, and he wouldn’t have thought much about public service, I think–he’s not the type to want to play detective.  He might have volunteered as a firefighter, a way for him to turn his big frame and athletic experience into a real world task, but he wouldn’t have worked as one full-time.  

He would have gone to college and gotten a degree, maybe in history (if he ever even realized that he loved history, without a war to prepare for), maybe in whatever seemed reasonable.  Business, perhaps.  He would have tried out for a few basketball teams, but probably never would have done particularly well on them.  He would have graduated middle-of-the-road, not terrible, but not great, and gotten a job, and married, and maybe had children.  He would have been a great father, but nothing special in the rest of his life, except.

Except.

The handful of times when something went wrong–then people would wonder how he learned his steadiness, where he got his level head, whether he had always been so confident in command.

Then the crisis would pass, and Jake Berenson would go back to his comfortable, quiet life.

He would have lived an unremarkable life, but he might have been happy. 

Instead, when he tells people to call him Jake, they agree and nod and call him sir, sir, sir.