ATLA Soulmates AU - Sokka/Zuko/Toph

Sokka has been so careful, these last months, not to let on. Not to let Katara catch him wincing in time with Toph on the rare occasions she takes the time to brush the tangles out of her hair. He’s not entirely sure why he’s hiding it, except that not reacting to his soul-wounds has been a habit ever since they left the South Pole. Ever since-

He remembers Aang knocking the Fire Nation commander over – the Fire Nation Prince – and him sitting up, spitting mad, with snow slushing down over the palm-sized burn scar blazed over his left eye. Sokka presses the heel of his hand against his own left eye, trying and failing not to remember how much it had hurt, how his face had ached for weeks afterwards, how much he’d screamed when the pain had first hit him.

Sokka shakes his head at himself, firmly pushing the thoughts away, and reminds himself he’s supposed to be sleeping. Besides, he thinks bitterly, Toph doesn’t have a soulmate. She said so herself. So there’s no point in telling anyone that maybe she might be his. Maybe. Because who ever heard of someone having two soulmates? No one, that’s who. So there was just something wrong with him. The spirits had messed up. That had to happen sometimes, right? They were, you know, powerful and all, but they could make mistakes. Like Hei Bai attacking the Earth Kingdom village because the Fire Nation had burned his forest down. So maybe Tui’s hand slipped. Fin? Maybe Tui’s fin slipped when he was picking out a soulmate for Sokka.

Or maybe Tui and La got into a fight over it. Sokka snickers at the thought despite himself, picturing the two spirits fighting like Mum and Dad used to fight sometimes, all up in each other’s faces and gesturing wildly. Tui waving around a tiny doll-sized Zuko, and La shaking an equally tiny Toph in Tui’s face. For some reason, in Sokka’s mind, while both spirits had human proportions, the had their actual fish-shaped heads, and long, thin fins for arms.

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The Official “Log Off” Protest F.A.Q! 

The “Log Off” protest is in response to the recent NSFW ban announced by Tumblr. The ban flags all content the filtering system detects as NSFW, reducing visibility to the community. The system has proven time and time again that is inefficient, oftentimes flagging SFW material as NSFW. 

This SFW material includes art, memes and so on. This ban directly hurts the community and will not solve the actual problems at hand due to the poor flagging system. Because of this, the entire community will suffer.  

So to respond, I propose that every user on Tumblr logs off of Tumblr for 24 hours on December 17th at 12 am EST. 

Times are listed above depending on timezone! 

This post responds to some very common questions about the protest. So make sure to read it over! 

How to Export Your Blog: 

https://tumblr.zendesk.com/hc/en-us/articles/360005118894-Export-your-blog

Alternative Sites: 

There is also an official Tumblr blog (ironic, huh?) and Twitter for the protest! It’s at: 

There will be official updates on each account. Make sure to tag us in any posts, or use the hashtag #logoff2018 ! 

Thanks for your support guys. Let’s fight to make Tumblr better. Actually better. 

Surviving the Tumblr Hellfire

A collection of posts with advice for getting you and your blog through whatever this mess is.

Check if your blog has been incorrectly flagged as NSFW (and if it has, get it unflagged before Dec 17th)

See all your blog posts that have been flagged (because tumblr didn’t feel the need to notify you?)

New posts not showing up on your blog and how to fix it (you have not been muted)

Exporting your blog (Tumblr)

Backing up your blog (to WordPress)

Alternative way to backup your blog

Masterpost of Tumblr alternatives

Complaining to Tumblr about this mess

Advice for those who’ve never dealt with a fandom purge before

All of these posts link back to original posts of other blogs, I mostly made this for myself but decided to make it shareable, please respect the following:

If you click through to ANY of these posts, even if you don’t use them, reblog them individually if you’re going to like/reblog this post. 

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Having a straight up halo for Garak seemed… entirely inappropriate. so he gets a skewed halo. I also cast him in shadow. PATRON SAINT OF LIARS AND PATRIOTS

goes with my other STAR TREK HALOS (so far only ds9-ers no one is shocked)

my crown jewel really the best art I did all year. This has triple the notes of anything else and best of all I actually got Andrew Robinson to actually sign it.

teaser thingie

it’s the grimmichi psychic wolves thing, guys >_> here’s the first two scenes because plz love me or something idk.

a heads up: while there is nothing graphic in this teaser, the ‘verse is a “the wolves made ‘em fuck” thing kinda like Pern. if your bonded companion animal is in heat then so are you! while grimmjow sounds really unconcerned and even crude about it, he’s still describing heeeeella dubious consent, and the people around him are not interested in making the effort to alleviate that.

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“Jaegerjaquez, where are you?”

Yawning into the phone, Grimmjow looked around himself pointedly, though there would be no way for Tousen to know it. The guy seemed to divine disrespect no matter what shape it came in; it worked for Grimmjow. Offense that still came with plausible deniability. Good enough.

“No idea. Why don’t you ask Suzy.”

“You know full well you and Pantera are out of Suzumushi’s range. Return to base, now.”

Grimmjow looked at the side of the road, where a short-furred, long-bodied, entirely black dire wolf was nosing under some flowers for field mice. Here, outside of the military base and away from the Espada pack, Pantera almost managed to forget her coming heat.

Had they stayed at the base she would have savaged Szayel’s stupid hump-machine of a dog-wolf already, but nobody seemed to want to hear that. ‘You’re in control of your wolf, Jaegerjaquez, not the other way around!’, yeah fucking right. What nobody seemed to get among the higher-ups was that: one, dire wolves were fucking sentient enough to know who they wanted to fuck and who they wanted to murder without having their paw held like retards who couldn’t wipe their asses without the support and guidance of their benevolent human masters and two, Grimmjow sure as hell had no interest in being fucked by Szayel either. Guy was a straight-up freak.

(Like. Seriously. He’d named his wolf Fornicaras. Grimmjow rested his fucking case.)

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The best cover for Bruce Wayne would be dumb carefree playboy who is also Instagram Optimistic, everyday he’s posting a selfie of his smiling at his breakfast with a caption like “it’s a waffle day! #goodvibesingotham #grateful” or a picture of a sunrise with a caption that’s just “wow #blessed” 

Bruce Wayne ending up as Gotham’s favoured son because he may be an idiot, but he’s a cheerful idiot, and he donates tons to charity and genuinely loves Gotham and actually, truthfully does put a lot back into the city. And his instagram is a bright ray of sunshine, and honestly there are a lot of people in the city who get surprisingly defensive of their Dumb Carefree Playboy because, okay, sure, every month or so Bruce Wayne falls off a yacht or sleeps with a reporter or whatever. The man clearly never met a healthy coping skill even once in his life.

But as far as news regarding Gotham’s prominent citizens go, Bruce’s ‘scandals’ are so normal that it’s downright refreshing. When a headline has ‘Bruce Wayne’ in the title, you know you’re either going to read some Celebrity Gossip level non-drama, or else something to do with a charity. Maybe he’s been kidnapped again, but that’s only happened a few times. Bruce Wayne news is like the Gotham equivalent to special reports about dogs who rescue their owners from drowning, or raccoons who’ve figured out how to get past the new self-locking garbage can lids.

And there’s something weirdly reassuring about following his twitter. Like, if Bruce Wayne is tweeting about a really neat old tree he just saw, things must at least be sort of alright.

(Meanwhile, Bruce’s social media persona is 100% him flanderizing Clark.)

what if Happy Bruce is kind of a little bit real.

like, it started out as a distraction to keep the media away from batman. but being so dour all the time is exhausting, and he has serious Issues and isn’t really working on them. having this one little outlet where he can just step away from the weight of the world and be happy for a second is a kind of therapy. he needs it.

then there comes a time when he can’t access the internet for a while. he’s trapped in some other dimension or something. but he keeps queueing up these posts, even the ones he knows he’ll have to delete because they’d give something away, because he just. doesn’t feel right if he doesn’t do it.

“roasted iguana for supper again. i think i’m getting good at this! #cooking #barbecue #alfredwouldbeproud”

As with all Batman headcanon’s I’ve seen on this site. This is 100% accurate. Granted it was before the advent of Social media where it was in the comics, but there was a time where the general attitude towards Bruce Wayne was that while he was as irresponsible as any other person with more money then sense, he tended to throw his money at things like the GCPD Widows and Orphans fund, or that woman who ran a free clinic out of the old apartment complex at Crime Alley, or buying new state-of-the-art diagnostic machinery for Gotham General Hospital to add to the Doctor Thomas and Martha Wayne Memorial Clinic, in the Martha Wayne Wing of the Doctor Thomas Wayne Memorial building on the Martha and Doctor Thomas Wayne Memorial Plaza. Then when there was a scandal the headlines read things like “Bruce Wayne gets drunk at college frat party, accidentally pays off tuition for 36 students thinking it was bail money.” Or “Bruce Wayne spotted handing car keys and $100 bill to notorious crime boss Oswald ‘The Penguin’ Cobblepot. Claims he thought Penguin was Valet.”

Bruce Wayne as the Keanu Reeves of Gotham. I dig it.

confirmed

One step forward:

Bruce Wayne actually using social media as a celebrity rallying followers against criminals that Batman cannot touch yet or causes that would improve the city.

“Opened up the window of the limo, forgot how Gotham River smelled like! #ShutDownAceChemicals #DaggettIndustriesPoisonsGotham”

“Welcome to our new friends from beyond borders, Gotham City and the Country needs more hard working people like you! #BeCoolToRefugees”

“This City does not need a Dark Knight, it needs more Queen! #WayneQueenPartners #MoreJobs P.s.: Oliver, you still owe me a case of bourbon!”

weapons I am 1000% positive the Naboo handmaidens carry:

garotte wire hidden inside necklaces, bracelets and belts

explosive makeup (like the paint Sabine uses)

rings that double as brass knuckles

those little shoe daggers hidden inside the toes of their combat boots

earrings that contain tiny sonic grenades and flash bombs

and not to mention they can totally kill you with their bare hands and all

The fancy updos have discreet ceramic leaves, etc woven into them; what nobody says is that the combs that keep the bun in place are sharp enough to do surgery with, once the flower petals are peeled away. Or that the ribbons are held in place by even more wire.

The dresses and hoods all have very discreet pockets, and the look on the guys’ faces the first time one of the handmaidens has to empty her pockets is something that has a betting pool all unto itself [a Jedi might blink and pretend their eyes didn’t widen, whereas someone with less mandatory composure can and has yelped and pointedly stepped away from them after the second holdout blaster was pulled out…or was it the third butterfly knife?]

The bracelets don’t all have garrote wire; some are intricately woven silk cord which, if given a sharp tug, unravels into a nice rope for securing a makeshift tent, or a tourniquet.

“Why Is My Curriculum White?” (2015)

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Oooh this tea ☕️ is hot … shedding this kind of light on centuries of whitewashing is delicious

This is beautiful

i love cats. this is a post about loving cats. i love ‘em. with their lil soft paws and loud purs and nuzzling. great.

okay if I could time travel to the past, you know what I’d be most excited to see? THE QUALITY OF TEXTILES. Clothing was built to LAST before the industrial revolution and everything was HAND-MADE. We lose so much of women’s art from the archaeological record because textiles are perishable and we only get vague snapshots of what clothes and tapestries, etc, were like, and these would have been so important to everyday life! What did a hand-made toga feel like! How heavy was it! What did the tapestries hanging in castles look like! How did needlework enrich the home! Fuck! I love textiles!

Why Did God Create Atheists?

There is a famous story told in Chassidic literature that addresses this very question. The Master teaches the student that God created everything in the world to be appreciated, since everything is here to teach us a lesson. 

One clever student asks “What lesson can we learn from atheists? Why did God create them?”

The Master responds “God created atheists to teach us the most important lesson of them all — the lesson of true compassion. You see, when an atheist performs and act of charity, visits someone who is sick, helps someone in need, and cares for the world, he is not doing so because of some religious teaching. He does not believe that god commanded him to perform this act. In fact, he does not believe in God at all, so his acts are based on an inner sense of morality. And look at the kindness he can bestow upon others simply because he feels it to be right.”

“This means,” the Master continued “that when someone reaches out to you for help, you should never say ‘I pray that God will help you.’ Instead for the moment, you should become an atheist, imagine that there is no God who can help, and say ‘I will help you.’”

ETA source: Tales of Hasidim Vol. 2 by Mar

I started reading this and was worried it would be something attacking atheists, or bashing religion, but this makes me really, really happy.

imagine that there is no God who can help, and say ‘I will help you.’”

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Yes.  YES.

Story concept: an orphanage/group home for chosen ones whose families were killed by ~destiny~

It’s run by a chosen heroine whose adventure was 2 decades ago and the sweet team-mom healer from her team, who she has since married.

It’s mostly trope comedy with moments of real emotion, here are some ideas for kids:

—two teenaged boys who WERE barreling towards a tragic rivalry that ends in one of them falling to darkness… until one of them confessed that he was just trying to show off because he has a crush on the other one. They’re now dating and the comedy comes from the universe CONSTANTLY trying to get them to fight and failing.

—an eight year old who keeps tattling on the demons who are whispering to her and then getting into sibling fights with them

—a brooding, edgy fire-wielding boy and a brooding, edgy fire-wielding girl who can’t figure out which mystical signs belong to who

—like six kids named Hope who go by names like “Pink Hope”, “Hope the second” and “I’ve been told I’m not allowed to shorten my name to ‘Ho’ so I will now be going by Dick just to spite them”

IDK if I’m going to write this but it’s fun to worldbuild so here’s some more!

The two fire kids have a big age gap, with the girl being 10 and the boy being 17. They spend so much time together trying to untangle their destinies that they wind up developing a brother-sister relationship. The girl is one of the Hopes and the boy’s name is Fox, which results in the following exchange being commonplace.

A: so then Hope—

B: which Hope?

A: oh, baby fox.

Oh, character consolidation idea: Fox is also one of the boys who dodged a fatal rivalry, obviously being the ‘tempted to the dark side’ half of the equation. His full name is Foxglove, and his boyfriend’s name is Raven. Raven is the one to confess and Fox was so shocked he needed to sit down for like 5 minutes to re-evaluate his entire perspective on reality.

Fox is the EPITOME of “oh shit, I didn’t hate him, I was just gay.”

Fox two years ago: Whenever he laughs I get all sweaty and agitated, and that stupid ‘oh look at me I’m so handsome’ grin is so obnoxious it bothers me for hours after I have talk to the guy! God, Raven’s the worst.

Fox now: yeah, turns out the only thing I hated about Raven is that he wasn’t kissing me right that second

The owner’s wife is a subversion on the “cute, sweet, gentle healer love interest who dies in act 2” trope, and her name is Maribelle. She’s just under five feet tall and built like somebody replaced all her bones with toothpicks— she’s TINY.

She is also, as the villain discovered in spectacularly violent fashion when he kidnapped her, the most dangerous member of the party by far.

Because she ISN’T a cleric and she wasn’t using light magic at all. She uses raw magic, which is a rare talent for humans because it’s hard to control and tends to destroy the weirder before their enemies. Maribelle’s love for her friends was LITERALLY the source of her healing magic, because she uses her emotions to shape her spells.

On the other side of that, the emotions associated with trapping her and threatening to kill her girlfriend? She WRECKED him and took the whole hideout down in the process.

OKAY I named the woman who runs the place, her name is Summer!

A lot of people just know her as “the farner’s daughter” because her particular journey of heroics started with a prophecy that said a farmer’s eldest daughter would bring about the death of the tyrannical king. Which, uh, she did, except that it was Maribelle who killed the guy in Summer’s defense.

A prophet rolls in on wheely shoes with a starbucks Frappuccino: IT TECHNICALLY WASN’T WRONG!

This comment made me laugh omg