i hope the mun who headcanoned that jet had two moms is having the best fucking day



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i hope the mun who headcanoned that jet had two moms is having the best fucking day
Appa? A cyber bully? More likely than you think.
do you support gay rights??
" ....................I'm bi, Jet. "
"Go on, Miles... Don't you support gay rights?"
“I am gay.”
"Go on, Sokka... Don't you support gay rights?"
“That’s a bit.. out of nowhere. But yes. I mean- I don’t know why I wouldn't.”
plotted starter for @priceofwar
“I am certain that we came this way…” Iroh quietly assures his nephew as they sneak through the halls. “Of course, we are dealing with some very tricky Earthbenders with the Dai Li, and I wouldn’t put it past them to have changed the hallways since we walked through them…”
“Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?”
“Perhaps, but do you have any better idea of which way to go?”
The silence––and the subsequent huff––is answer enough to Iroh’s question, and he shakes his head, focusing on where they’re walking and listening for the telltale sound of footsteps.
Yet, as they pass a large doorway, it isn’t footsteps that catch his attention but something he sees out of his peripheral.
Two children… standing over an older boy lying on the ground, clearly hurt. The same boy who they had met on the ship and had been taken away after fighting Zuko, and the other two who had been with them on the ship.
It’s a first reaction, to start toward them, and one his nephew stays for a moment when he grasps his arm.
“Uncle. What are you doing?”
Iroh looks to Zuko for a moment, his brow furrowed, and then back to the three children, no older than his nephew. Younger, he suspects, with at least two of them. He can’t simply turn away. In his lifetimes, he has turned away from too many who were suffering.
“They need our help.”
“They can take care of themselves. We need to go. Now.”
“Then you go, and I will help them.”
With no more than that, he pulls his arm free from Zuko’s hold and starts forward, his hands out to his sides, palms open and facing the one with the bow so he can see that he’s unarmed.
“You children look as though you could use some help… Perhaps I could be of assistance to you? What has happened to your friend? He looks very ill…”
@priceofwar gets a starter because reasons!
“jet? you’re alive?” amazement rose on aang’s features as he looked at a young man he had once thought dead, wondering what jet had gone through after ba sing se.
"Life advice: Steal Money, it’s for your own good."
“Well, I can’t say no to that!”