Thinking abt the air nomads:
What if, after the war, once the dust has settled a little, Aang goes back to travelling, hoping that maybe he can find at least some trace of surviving airbenders. As an added bonus, he gets to do more of the exploring and wandering that he had to put on hold.
Toph goes with him ofc. She only just got a taste of real freedom and it was overshadowed by ever-present impending doom. While she's on speaking terms with her parents, she isnt quite ready to be back under their roof on a permanent basis. The rest of the gaang have their individual homes and responsibilities that they get back to, though they join for the odd field trip or adventure when they can.
So anyway, they're touring all over the world and over the years they notice just how displaced so many people have become. EK citizens who barely escaped the blaze but lost everything; FN military now decommissioned with no idea how to carry on; people looking for a new start in the hard-won peace. Maybe it starts with Toph heading back to Earth Rumble, where a group of young runaways scrounge for cheap fights to make a little money.
At each turn they find more and more people with no homes to return to and no family to protect them; runaways escaping the roles the war forced them into. Gradually, Aang and Toph start to see that they aren't so different from themselves. They just want a new start.
So they decide to give them one. They clean up the temples and set up villages in the surrounding areas (helps to be master earthbenders), where people can arrive and stay as long as they need. Travellers and refugees pass through in droves, sometimes choosing to stay and rebuild their lives there, sometimes continuing in their wandering with a guarantee that they'll always have a place to return to should they have the need.
Over time, the lemurs grow in number and even some flying bison calfs (hybrids with a relative species maybe?), can be seen in the skies. Whenever the founders visit, it isn't the same but Aang feels a little more at home.
The first time someone asks Aang to teach him his philosophies, and expresses his desire to become a monk, how can he refuse? Maybe it's a former soldier, somebody who's done terrible things, looking for a path to redemption. So Aang teaches him, and then he teaches others. And though they may not be airbenders, they are as earnest and faithful as any nun or monk Aang knew before. The temples become filled with new faces: Firebenders, Earthbenders, Waterbenders and non-benders all wearing Air nomad orange and yellow.
Aang always feared that it would be his responsibility to have airbender children, and the idea of forcing that on someone he loved terrified him. Maybe that's why he waited so long before acting on his feelings for his best friend, his travelling companion, his fellow-village builder and temple-restorer. How could they have a truly happy relationship with this pressure hanging over them? He wishes he could be content with the new way of things that he and his friends have created. But he knows that he can't be the last airbender forever...
Nobody knows why some children can bend the elements and others can't. Is it blood? Is it blessing? Is it the land in which you're born? Or is it the simple allocation of fates decided by the values and norms you're raised believing in? Is it enough to be surrounded by the culture and beliefs of the Air Nomads? Nobody knows...
All they know is that nobody sees it coming when the six-year-old daughter of two non-bender villagers from the Earth Kingdom and Northern Water Tribe sends herself flying twelve feet into the air with a sneeze.
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my two cents are that people outside of finland (and even the more left-leaning circles in finland) are not really taking into account that an average person here doesn’t know jack shit about israel or palestine. the first and only time either of them got mentioned in my 12 years of schooling (i’m a few years younger than jere) was an optional history course focusing on post-ww2 history in my final year of high shcool. jere went to vocational school and they don’t teach history at all there so he’s relying on his junior high education which isn’t saying much considering he’s said multiple times he didn’t pay attention at school.
it doesn’t help that the mainstream reporting (which he’s forced to rely on since he doesn’t speak fluent enough english) about the palestinian genocide has been frustratingly neutral and both-sides-y here in finland. obviously some of that is due to journalistic ethics and responsibilities because our news medias can’t get their reporters within gaza’s borders and they can’t report on things unless the information comes from a reputable source or they can fact check them.
all this is to say that i'm willing to bet actual money he doesn’t even know the definition of genocide in finnish, not to mention IDF or zionism or even judaism. those things are simply not taught here and the idea of him being a zionist is laughable. i studied anthropology at university and the amount of times i’ve had to explain fairly simple concepts like colonialism or genocide to people, even highly-educated ones, is staggering. and i didn’t really understand those things either before i went to university. finland used to love to rave about our PISA scores but the truth is that the level of basic education here has been really poor for decades.
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at a constant speed
🔴🟠 a carcar fic
❓in which the situationship is situating
🖋️ 5.1k words, ch. 1/2
🔗 read on ao3
preview:
“You want to get out of here?” Carlos asks.
“And go… where?”
Carlos fixes him with a look. It’s like staring back at a searchlight.
“You are many things, Piastri. But you are not stupid. No?”
Oscar swipes the back of his hand on his mouth. He watches the way Carlos’s eyes track the movement, the entire time. The way Carlos’s mouth parts when his eyes catch on Oscar’s lower lip.
And he gets a growing feeling of excitement, the same way they would on the track. The exact same feeling he gets from chasing Carlos down an S-Curve. Except there isn’t any filter of race pressure, or someone talking right in his ear, or him trying to keep his hands on the wheel and maybe not die. They aren’t going 300 kilometres an hour here. It’s just Oscar’s hunched shoulders, Carlos’s rumpled linen shirt. The thumping bass in the background, and this unspooling thing between them that Oscar doesn’t know what to do with, yet.
Even if his instincts tell him differently. Even if his instincts are always right.
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can you draw about human kaijus please and thanks
i'm sorry friend... I appreciate that you still like my old kaiju art, and I will probably return to the godzilla fandom someday, but today is not that day.
I'm very deep into a rain world hyperfixation right now, and to be honest, i'm actively trying NOT to let the 'godzilla' and 'rain world' beams cross in my brain too much. i havent even watched godzilla x kong: the new empire yet, because I already know it would just fuel my current brainrot. I'd end up making a whole new AU based on it. i'd write essays about all the thematic parallels. i'd write a thesis paper deciphering what mothra's symbol means in the language of the ancients. i'd redraw every stupid kongzilla meme that pops up on google images. i'd unlock a level of autism this world is not prepared to contain.
like please im already struggling with every fibre of my being not to redraw this fucking thing:
im fihgting for my life
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I love all the hybrid and past fed experiment and demigod qtubbo ideas but personally, I think it would be funny if qtubbo is just a normal ass guy that the feds thought was a hybrid or had some special ability and they tried to experiment on him only to realize he’s just like that™️
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I imagine the ZukAang (with Fem!Zuko x Aang) was completely a surprise to the Fire Nation when the evidence was present.
Their relationship developed so slowly and tenderly that when the Councilors wanted to present their sons as future consorts for F!Zuko... Aang hung around the palace like it was a second home and F!Zuko always had flowers in her hair on Aang's days.
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