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#wind in our sail
gungun02 · 8 months
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jily
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godofsmallthings · 1 year
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so...willow. willow is mastermind in action. it’s a love potion bubbling, an aphrodisiac seeping through your veins as you follow the red string of fate to your lover, your soulmate, your predetermined destiny. it’s the pull between fate and control. ‘wherever you stray, i follow.’ is this your choice, or are your feet merely following the path set for you by the alignment of the planets and the fates and all the stars during your birth? you find yourself trapped in a box of your own making, trapped in the clutches of fame, of patriarchy. you’re a doll on display in a white wedding dress. ‘i’m begging for you to take my hand / wreck my plans.’ are you the hunter or the hunted? a witch or the bewitched? ‘wait for the signal and i’ll meet you after dark.’ can you escape your fate, and will he come with you? was it your fate to escape it all in the first place?
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aintgonnatakethis · 6 months
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Well... that sucked!
What was the point of killing Izzy exactly? You big up his story arc of him recovering from toxic masculinity and learning how to live outside the box of what he's been taught he has to conform to in order to be A Man. You let him be happy for five minutes and then you pull the rug out from under him?
Speedrun on how to make me stop caring about your show 101.
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theangelyouknew · 8 months
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David Jenkins: this is a love story
Also ofmd promos: wrecking your ship October 5
And I’m sitting here like I was already fooled by Neil “quiet, gentle, romantic” Gaiman.
Y’all might have fed us with a kiss but I don’t trust y’all past that.
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puppyeared · 1 year
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Hero of winds
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rainbowchaox · 1 year
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look my comrades of the rancher variety,
Etho girls took revenge for us.
Scott is out because of Them allying with us.
We need to vote Etho on the upcoming round as thanks atleast.
It what the Etho girls deserve for taking out our common enemy /Joke /Silly
Vote Etho
Vote Etho 2023
It’s what they would have wanted
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hilariouslyedgy · 3 months
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happy sonic movie birthday now im not one for ships but THIS. this right here is a stobotnik song. I just don’t know who’s pov it would be in but I can’t not think of them when i hear it
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pied-piper-pluto · 8 days
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started reading Wavewalker after seeing a tumblr post about it and it is an especially harrowing read as a fellow child of a Sailboats Dad but like a Normal, Safety-First Sailboats Dad, as opposed to a Deranged Seventies Gem Smuggling Dad
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chronomally · 5 months
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Clytemnestra again mentions the curse of the House of Atreus in this chapter, reassuring herself that it ended when Agamemnon spared Aegisthus and how the stories will remain just stories for the rest of her children's lives. And then she watches Agamemnon sacrifice Iphigenia at Aulis
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65ths · 3 months
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finnick & annie meme moodboard
@70th did not send an emoji for a meme moodboard for our muses i just can't read apparently so i accidentally made this but it turned out really pretty
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psqqa · 5 months
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trying to find a reason to give my colleagues for why i suddenly won’t be at the holiday party tonight that isn’t “i woke up this morning and decided that actually i simply cannot be fucked”
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Find someone who looks at you like Yudias looks at Zwijo.
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neithergodsnormen · 2 years
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@astormofsilk sent: ❛ I heard you the first time. ❜  Asha to Victarion 
° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART I.    
She was a brat. Victarion glared at his niece as she sat leaned back in his seat, comfortable as it was tilted back. As soon as his men had told him that she was on the ship he had known where he would find her, just not how he would find her. The blatant disrespect that she was showing to him, he could only blame on how his brother was raising her as if she had a cock. “Then you should have moved your fucking ass.”
He crossed the room, annoyance bubbling when she didn’t even lift her hat from where it was draped over her face. Teach you to not look up at me or listen on my ship, he thinks, already knowing what he is about to do. With one sweep of his foot, he uses his ankle to shift the leg of the chair out, one of only two that were in contact with the floor. He finds himself feeling satisfied as she and the chair loose balance, and the floor of his ship rushes to meet them, a smirk on his lips.
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tragedykery · 1 year
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you wanna ramble about some of your visions of the little guys? because i would Love to hear <333 (also feel free to ignore this if you don't want to, haha!!!)
thank you so so much for sending this ask ily <333 and I am. so so so sorry this started out as just a short stating of facts but then it began to lead a life of its own (uh cw for animal death)
ok for background info I’ve got this post here with a character list doc etc but it’s not really necessary to understand this
anyway I’ll be talking about sita (tag) bc I love her <3
in the kyoshi novels it’s said that all air nomads are benders but I think that’s stupid. there definitely are air nomad non-benders but they’re uncommon and generally don’t live in the temples.
sita is one of those non-benders. as she grows up in the eastern air temple, she practices the katas and fighting style just as hard as the other kids—maybe even harder—but no matter how hard she tries, she cannot get the air to move as it does for her peers. she feels like an outsider. there’s one other non-bender girl there, but she’s a few years older. they play together a lot, and it helps, but when the girl leaves to travel the world, sita is left behind, and she feels more alone than she ever has before.
she knows it’s not the fault of the her friend or other nuns, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. so one day, when she just can’t take it anymore, she stuffs her bag with food and all the airbending scrolls she can find (she cannot kill the hope inside her that maybe if she practices hard enough…). she gets her bison and flies away.
(she’s sixteen.)
she tries to find her old friend, but she could be anywhere. so she explores the world, and she’s happier than she’s been in a long time.
however, one day, her bison gets sick. she’s camping somewhere on an island in the fire nation, but no one there knows how to help her. she sets out toward the eastern air temple, but as they’re flying over the sea, they get caught in a storm. she worries they’re not going to survive, but by some stroke of luck, they get rescued by a bunch of seafarers on a ship called the ziyou. they’re friendly, and the captain promises to take care of them for as long as they need, but sita was right about one thing. her bison doesn’t survive.
taituk, the captain, promises they’ll drop her off at the nearest port, but.
she has no reason to go to the air temples now. it would only stir up painful memories. and her chances of finding her old friend, alone in the earth kingdom, on foot, are practically zero. she thinks about it.
she knows the crew she had initially thought to be regular seafarers are pirates. but they’re not like what she has heard about pirates. when she experiences a raid (she isn’t expected to participate and can just hide in the room she’s been staying in) she listens anxiously. she can hear taituk give the crew a sort of pep talk, and hears them tell the crew, with the practised ease of someone who has given a speech a thousand times before, to not hurt anyone unless absolutely necessary. “surrender and no harm will come to you,” she hears taituk call out to people on the other ship. and when the merchant ship’s captain surrenders, they follow through on their word.
she gets to know the crew. she learns about their motives, how they’re all outcasts, how they only attack the ships of rich merchants or other pirates, how most of them turned to piracy because there was no other option, to feed themselves and in some cases their families too.
maybe, sita thinks, she can figure out how to make this work.
sita’s been on the ziyou for almost two years. she’s gotten good at incorporating the fighting skills she’s learned on the ship into the air nomad fighting style she has such extensive knowledge of. she learns she has a talent for using projectile weapons—though nisha remains the best with throwing knives, she’s easily the second best, and her handiness with a bow and arrows more than makes up for it. she’s decent with a spear too, though she’s more defensive with it than the girl who teaches her, aki, would like.
(the cook, chusak, offers to teach her his weird fighting style of throwing pans at people, but she turns him down. that’s just weird and impractical and more often than not leaves people with bruises, concussions, or broken bones. well, she doesn’t need to learn to use every possible projectile weapon.)
she might not be able to bend air like she had always wished (and still wishes) she could, but as she pins an enemy to the mast with nothing more than a flick of her wrist or the release of a taut bowstring, or feels the salty wind ruffle her hair as she stands in the crow’s nest, she finds she doesn’t mind her lack of bending as much as she used to. she’s made peace with it.
she’s still shocked, though, when one day during a raid (the captain refused to surrender, proud as the beifongs he works for), she looks over her shoulder and sees a woman floating several feet above the deck. her eyes are closed and her long hair whips in the wind, and while she’s wearing earth kingdom clothing and doesn’t have any tattoos, there’s no way she’s not an airbender.
“what’s an airbender doing on a ship like that?” she muses to taituk as they’re hauling boxes of loot onto their own ship. “she must be powerful. to lift yourself into the air and create a storm like that takes a lot of strength.” (no one knows, of course, that was the avatar state, and they don’t realise it for a long time.)
“well, whatever the case, we’re lucky chusak knocked her out,” nisha grumbles. she turns to show the two of them a nasty-looking gash on her shoulder. “she almost got me with one of her own knives.”
taituk pulls a face. “ouch. well, better go see mallik, then.” nisha rolls her eyes and grumbles something sarcastic before walking off, but before sita can tease taituk about being “romantic” (she doesn’t have proof yet, but she knows!), taituk says, frowning, “iraluq said they seemed scared, though. the airbender I mean. scared and confused, as they threw up their arms and knocked her ice daggers away. as if they didn’t know what they had what they done or how.”
sita’s still pondering that over a few hours later, when she hears shouting on the other side of the ship. she rushes there to investigate. she makes her way through the crowd that has gathered on the deck. “what’s happen–”
she falls silent as she sees the airbender standing pressed against the wall, terrified.
“everyone give us some space!” taituk calls. “go on with what you were previously doing. nothing to see here.”
“what happened?” sita whispers to nuvuja, who’s, for some reason, is opening all the crates they had gotten from the raid and checking their contents.
nuvuja’s reply is brisk. “xuan managed to accidentally kidnap a person.”
“how?!”
nuvuja slams the crate she’d been rummaging through shut and opens the next one. “he was supposed to help check the loot but got lazy. just carried crates onto the ship without checking if their contents were the same as the labels. and apparently the airbender fell into a crate of rice when she got knocked out by chusak. lid slammed shut. we just found out while getting stuff for dinner.”
she grimaces as she looks over at the airbender. taituk is speaking to her softly, and while she looks less scared than before, her eyes are full of tears. “poor girl,” nuvuja murmurs. “we’ve got no clue where her ship is now. stranded on a ship in the middle of the sea with a bunch of pirates. she must be terrified.”
sita thanks nuvuja, and walks off to join taituk. maybe she can help.
apparently the airbender—hira—does not, in fact, know she is one. or she didn’t, until now. she and sita become fast friends. sita’s a friendly presence, a reassuring constant in the scary period waiting hira’s caught in until they reach land.
“I guess I should go to one of the temples, huh?” hira says a few days after her arrival on the ship. she tries for humour, but sounds breathless. scared. “if I want to learn”—she hesitates for a moment—“bending.”
she’d been both scared and elated to learn she was a bender. apparently she’s grown up as an orphan with no knowledge of her heritage.
“I can try to teach you some stuff, if you want,” sita offers.
hira’s eyes widen. “you’re an airbender too?!”
sita tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice. “no.” she tries for a smile. “but I grew up in the temples, so I know a few things.”
(she knows more than a few things.)
it’s weird, teaching someone to bend when sita can’t herself, but they make it work. hira’s a prodigy, easily executing techniques sita remembers took the other girls at the temple months to master. (techniques sita will never be able to do.) sita can help her, teach her, in a way hira will never be able to do for her. you can’t give someone bending, after all.
they meditate together, and cook air nomad recipes with chusak’s help. she teaches hira to read, write and speak the most common air nomad languages, and hira teaches her her earth kingdom town’s language in return.
it would be so easy to be jealous of hira. and maybe she is jealous, just a little. but she doesn’t let that jealousy fester, doesn’t let it turn into resentment. she won’t ever be able to bend, but she can be proud of hira, can be happy for her. can laugh with her as they mess up the recipe for fruit pies and smile at her when she masters yet another kata. she can participate in her culture with another air nomad, one who she knows won’t judge her for being a non-bender. (she spent the first twenty-seven years of her life as one, after all.)
and it will be enough.
(she doesn’t know that hira is jealous of her in the same way, for growing up in the temples. (hira’s spent her whole life wanting nothing more than connection with her culture.) but much in the same way, hira doesn’t allow her jealousy to lead her. she and sita are both air nomads who will always be a little bit of an outsider, and they’ll have to stick together. it’s not just that, though. she likes being around this chatty, lively kid (“I’m eighteen!” sita always protests). she likes to gossip with her and sit in the crow’s nest together and play silly games and have competitions who have climb the masts the fastest. sita is one of the main reasons hira decides to stay when the ziyou reaches the port taituk had promised they’d drop her off at.)
(the rest of the crew notices, that since hira’s arrival, sita seems happier than she’s ever been.)
#they are sososo dear to me <33333#elli replies#corey tag#ask#again thank you SO much for sending this ask and I am SO sorry#oc tag#the birates#wind in the sails#sita#hira#oc rambles#hira & sita#that said. there’s a certain hilarity in the avatar’s airbending master (and later spiritual master) being a 18-19 yo kid who is not in fact#a bender#another random scene is taituk (who’s like a love interest for hira but in a decidedly polyam & also aspec way) making hira beaded earrings#the way they learned from their mother (who’s an artist/crafts…woman?)#they’re air nomad symbols but in both earth kingdom and air nomad colours#and maybe also simple mandalas?#they made them during their stay at the south pole for hira’s waterbending training#they asked sita for help with the ideas/designs <3#the reason for the earth kingdom colours is that taituk wants to help her realise that the culture of the earth kingdom town is just as much#*her* culture as the air nomad one if she wants it to be#I have another scene in my head about that which is that taituk’s sitting on the floor in the qasgiq trying to carve something for hira#a cousin of theirs sees and teases her like ‘oooh are you gonna propose?’ ‘you know damn well engagement necklaces aren’t a thing in our#tribe.’ (grinning) ‘yeah but /she/ doesn’t. and you never know what she might have heard about water tribe marriage customs. where did you#say she grew up again?’ ‘…the northwestern earth kingdom.’ ‘ha! I knew it you’re in love with the new girl! oh [other cousin] owes me five#strips of seal jerky!’ (runs off) (taituk rubbing their temples wondering why they had to be both the eldest sibling AND eldest cousin)#(but they’re also smiling)
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tippytopdays · 4 months
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Dissolving into a rage fit again and listening to music that feels just a bit too close to how I feel about home.
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justalittlesolarpunk · 8 months
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There is hope. I promise. Young people just won their case against the state of Montana. Ecuadoreans braved escalating political violence to vote against oil drilling in the Amazon. Brazilian deforestation is down by enormous amounts since Lula took office. They’ve invented hydropanels that synthesise pure water from the air. People are farming in solar parks. A ship just launched for its maiden voyage using rigid sails designed to mimic wind turbine blades. EV sales are taking off, and, more crucially, cities are re-assessing their very relationship with the car. By the 2024 Olympics the river Seine will be safe for people to swim in again. More and more people are replacing their gas boilers with heat pumps. Solarpunks are growing crops in their back garden and distributing them to their neighbours. Great tracts of land are being given back to nature. Young people are channelling their energies into meaningful careers. Pilots are leaving the aviation industry. Yes, the world is dark and terrible and full of awful dangers that keep you up at night, but we are a huge movement that grows every day in numbers and power. Your small actions matter. Our collective triumphs are increasing. Things are going to get harder, extreme weather will be more common, but with ingenuity, resilience and crucially, COMMUNITY, we can build an equitable world on this strange, tired old planet. See you in the future.
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