Breathe Deep And Move

A woman with far too many hobbies. Not a minor.

[huffy-the-bicycle-slayer]

I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?

[huffy-the-bicycle-slayer]

FINE! I'll do it myself

[huffy-the-bicycle-slayer]

Why did 12 people reblog this today??? IT IS ONLY AUGUST!!!

[darker-than-darkstorm]

According to this site, August 1 is the first day of Halloween.

[the-haiku-bot]

According to this

site, August 1 is the first

day of Halloween.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[armengoldira]

[headspace-hotel]

this what we need to be doing with our technological capabilities. Fund this shit. ten millions dollars

[sequestered-jester]

If Wrecker was a woman she’d have big tiddies and pcos send tweet

[my-darling-boy]

I was having writers block and so I took a break and soon enough it was 3 in the morning and I had impulsively sewn together a tiny mouse you’re welcome

[my-darling-boy]

For those of you who asked, I have made a sewing tutorial on how to make your very own Peaches the Mouse!

[my-darling-boy]

I see people reblogging this with “to buy” but this pattern is free??? Someone even asked me “why don’t you charge money for it, it took you forever to put the document together” and I said “Not a lot of people have money and if they have some fabric scraps and a couple of buttons lying around they can make themselves a little mouse friend for free and that might make them happy and that makes me happier than receiving money???” Make yourself a liddol creacher! Heals the Soul!

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Sometimes I just randomly think of that time in ATLA where the Northern Water Tribe, previously thought so safe, is under attack by a massive fleet, and they’re trying to hold the line but there are just too many ships, and the Avatar’s been kidnapped and dragged out into the snow and Sokka and Katara go to rescue him and it’s super dramatic and everyone’s in danger and they’re found Aang and he’s SAFE

And Sokka just gets distracted by what good quality rope he was tied up with and decides to keep it.

First, Sokka, your origins growing up in a poor isolated fishing village are showing. Good practicality there.

Second, this is what every DnD character is like.

[cock-holliday]

We have got to stop framing our oppression in ways that promote the idea that other people cannot relate to our struggles. Not only does it isolate comrades in the struggle, it actively diminishes recognition of other struggles--often including those even more horrific than what we are at risk of. And this happens especially between Gay and Black struggles.

"when have straight people ever had to check what states were safe for them?" Sundown towns are still a thing. Starlight tours. What states have abortion access? What states have open carry? What states have stand your ground? What states have 3-strike rules? Women, people of color, disabled people, immigrants, and more have had to be abundantly cautious where they travel to. Straight trans people have much more travel risk right now than gay cis people.

It's a new iteration of the same tired question: "imagine if straight people weren't allowed to marry" interracial marriage in the US is younger than my parents. We disgrace people of color by forgetting their history and contemporary struggles, and we abandon queer people of color, Black queer people, by segmenting their overlapping fights.

As lovelyshananigans says, "intersectionality, babes"

[venrael]

The sixth love language: take him to your home planet

[hjartasalt]

Iceland is fucking bizarre my name change made the news

[hjartasalt]

Like just @ me at this point I'm literally the only person in iceland (and very possibly the world) who has the first name Lauf

(Article title reads "Lauf and Birningur in group of new names in the name register")

[hjartasalt]

No one lives here so now two of our biggest news outlets are vagueing about me lmao

[hjartasalt]

Hmm you're right. Correction: two of our biggest media outlets are talking about me specifically because they are obsessed with me

[hjartasalt]

This morning I showed up to work and my boss was like "congratulations :))" and I was kinda confused so asked her on what and she said "your name, I heard about it on the radio"

So far I have counted two online articles and apparently the radio is also talking about my name change so I'll keep you guys updated when I'm on national tv or something

[cipheramnesia]

With a little legwork we can make more people on Tumblr see this than the entire population of Iceland.

[a-mel0n]

reblog if you’ve had an online friendship that’s lasted more than 2 years

[thatfreshhell]

Part 4

Guys I made myself sad. Anyway enjoy the siege of the North.

WC: 1302

CW: death, one vague mention of suicide, vomit.

Part 1. Part 3.

The North Pole was nothing like the South. There were thousands of people with dozens of benders between them. The buildings were massive and intricate, and Sokka figured it must be so easy to craft palaces of ice to uphold a civilization like this when benders were commonplace. Aang and Katara had stars in their eyes from the moment they passed by the outer wall, but Sokka was taking a more analytical approach to the Northern Water Tribe. Or at least he had been until he saw her.

            Yue was everything Sokka wasn’t. She was poised and graceful. She was clean in a way Sokka hadn’t been in a very long time. When she spoke, it felt like even the wind grew silent to listen. Sokka couldn’t believe a woman like her would waste her breath on a man like him. Yue was everything he imagined a princess to be. Unfortunately, that included unavailable. Engaged. Of course she was engaged she probably had a lineup of men vying for her hand. Sokka wished she would have told him sooner. Perhaps if she had he would have been able to curve the trajectory of his heart toward her. Instead, she had kissed him, and in doing so cemented his affection. She had shown him the betrothal necklace before running away. Sokka had walked back to his room that night with tingling lips and a broken heart.

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            Yue was dead. Sokka felt the unnatural way her body turned stiff and cold almost as soon as she gave her life back to the moon spirit. Sokka clung to her lifeless form until her body disappeared. When she materialized in front of him, she was dressed all in white. She was glowing with an ethereal light that only the moon could give. As she kissed him goodbye Sokka’s traitorous brain suggested that this is what she might have looked like on her wedding day. He could almost fool himself into believing this was their first kiss as man and wife. Then she was gone, and Sokka grieved.

            He barely registered Aang’s decent into the pond, and by the time the young Avatar reemerged Sokka was long gone. Zhao had killed Yue. Zhao hadn’t gotten far. He didn’t hear Katara screaming his name, and he only vaguely noticed the bright blue light emitting from the spirit pond behind him. All that mattered in that moment was finding Zhao, and Sokka was an excellent tracker.

            He blew through fire nation soldiers with a cold proficiency he didn’t know he possessed. He didn’t count how many fell at his hand. He didn’t care. Most of them were too in awe of the Ocean spirit descending upon them to even notice Sokka’s blade until it was too late. They never stood a chance.

            He found Zhao in a fire fight with Zuko. Sokka didn’t spare the prince a glance. The enemy of his enemy was his friend, and he’d just heard Zuko yell that Zhao had tried to have him killed. He jumped into the fight. Bending be damned he was going to kill Zhao with his bare hands. Zhao had killed Yue. Zhao had killed the woman Sokka loved and for that Sokka would have his head.

            Zuko picked up on who’s side Sokka was on quickly, and something in the water tribe warrior’s face must have told Zuko that he was on a war path because Zuko showed no interest in pressing him for information. Instead, they fought side-by-side, and it didn’t take long for them to gain the upper hand. Sokka was fighting like he had nothing left to lose and even Zhao knew that a man with nothing to lose was dangerous.

            Sokka understood, for the first time, why his father had left to fight after the death of his mother. He understood the pain and rage that came with that kind of grief, and the restless all-consuming need to do something.

            Zuko helped him push Zhao back toward the canal, blocking jets of fire while Sokka went on the offensive. Sokka had him in range of a killing blow when a glowing blue arm reached out of the water and grabbed the admiral. He was lifted off his feet and the arm began dragging him toward the water. Zuko dropped his stance and ran forward offering a hand to Zhao. Zuko tried to save a man who repeatedly tried to kill him. Sokka would never understand the fire prince. The offer of help was pointless if the man being offered refuses to accept. Zhao was dragged to a watery grave by the arm of the Ocean spirit, never to be seen again.

            Sokka dropped to his knees and screamed.

            Yue was dead. Dead dead dead she was dead and now Zhao was dead too, and it didn’t fix anything. It didn’t give Sokka closure, it didn’t honour Yue’s name. Zhao was just another man. A dead man. The world would forget him.

            There were hands under his arms suddenly, tugging him away from the edge of the canal. Sokka didn’t have it in him to care. He wouldn’t’ve jumped in and been swept away like Zhao, but later he’d realize that it did look like that was his plan. 

            His hands were red. He didn’t know which of the soldiers he’d killed in his mad dash for vengeance had bled crimson all over his skin and clothes, and he found he didn’t care. His hair was down and in his face, which only became a problem when his half screaming half sobbing turned into full puking. The hands that had dragged him back away from the canal moved to pull his hair out of his face and Sokka barely registered it.

            He came back to himself slowly. His boomerang and machete were laying at his side, and his hair was pinned back instead of tied. He was also entirely alone.

            He realized it must’ve been Zuko. Nobody else was around to drag him back or pull his hair away. He didn’t have the strength to think about it. Zuko had kidnapped Aang and let Sokka scream and puke in his arms in the span of a couple hours. It was too much to analyze. He pulled himself back to the canal and began the painstakingly slow process of washing the now dried and caking blood from his hands. The water was icy cold, and Sokka’s hands were numb before long, but he kept scrubbing anyway.

            He left the pin in his hair for the time being. He had no idea where his usual tie was and didn’t care enough to look for it. He saw a piece of red fabric poking out of the snow, likely slashed off Zhao’s uniform during the fight. He picked it up and tied it around his wrist, he figured he could use it as a new tie for his hair. He paused to wonder whether this counted as taking a trophy, and decided that it didn’t because he hadn’t technically been the one to kill Zhao.

            He didn’t go back to Aang and Katara. He didn’t go anywhere near the spirit oasis. He hated that beautiful place. He refused to stand where Yue had last stood. He never would again.

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            The chief looked like he’d aged twenty years. He stared out over his home and Sokka stared right along with him. The chief told Sokka of his vision he’d had years ago. About a beautiful brave young woman becoming the moon spirit. Sokka says the right thing. But even knowing she’ll never really be gone doesn’t change the fact that she isn’t coming back.

            The chief never looked at Sokka. Sokka never looked at the chief. They stood in silence for a long time staring out over the balcony.

[thatfreshhell]

Part 3

We got a shorter chapter this go around. Next chapter will be the North Pole and I'm shockingly proud of how it's turning out.

WC: 928

CW: death, a little gore I guess.

Part 1. Part 2. Part. 4

Sokka was going to pull his thrice damned hair out. Katara had gone and gotten herself arrested. Intentionally! All this for some-admittedly gorgeous-earthbender! Sokka had reluctantly helped his sister get arrested for fake earthbending so she could go find Haru. Sokka of course knew there was no guarantee she’d even be taken to the same prison as Haru, but he politely kept that thought to himself. Besides Katara had already made up her mind, and once she had there was no changing it. 

            Sokka gave Katara twelve hours to find Haru. Naturally those twelve hours came and went and Katara refused to leave. Sokka wanted to bang his head against a solid boulder because damn Katara and her innate sense of justice! Instead, he helped plan a way to get some earth to the prisoners. In this case the answer came by way of burning coal.

            Aang was on board immediately, but Aang was also head over heels for Katara so it didn’t surprise Sokka that he would be on her side. Sokka sent him down to airbend the coal up onto the deck of the rig. It worked flawlessly. After yet another rousing speech from Katara-and a lump of coal thrown by Haru-the earthbenders sprung into action. Sokka noted that the prisoners strained a lot more than Haru did while bending, and it made him wonder if bending was like a muscle. If you stop practicing, do you get out of shape? He shelved the thought. 

            Guards fell left and right. He wasn’t entirely sure how many were killed and how many were only knocked out. He forced himself not to think about it. Several fell at his own hand, and he was certain that at least two were dead. He looked around for a brief moment and was relieved to see that they were winning. He turned around and saw a guard approaching Haru’s father, Tyro, from his blind spot. It was evident that Tyro didn’t see him, and Sokka raised his boomerang to take out the guard. Just before he could let it fly a stray rock smacked him in the back of the hand. The boomerang flew widely off target, and the guard continued his approach on Tyro unaware of the water tribe boy’s eyes on him. 

Sokka didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the lump of coal that had hit him and ran up behind the guard. He yelled as he approached, and the guard startled and turned around just in time to see the rock coming down hard on the side of his head. The guard dropped like a stone. The same sickening thud he’d heard years ago ringing in his ears as he stopped for a moment to stare at the dent in the man’s head. Tyro had looked over when Sokka yelled, and he nodded to Sokka in thanks while giving him a look he couldn’t quite decipher. Sokka shook his head and jumped back into the fray.

The battle was won. The warden was dead. The earthbenders were free. All in all, it could’ve gone a lot worse. They said their goodbyes and wished the earthbenders luck recapturing their villages. As they flew away Sokka sat sharpening his boomerang in a sort of trance. Aang was exhausted and didn’t really notice him. Katara was mourning the loss of their mother’s necklace and was too heartbroken to pay her brother any mind. Sokka was trying to tally. He came to a horrifying realization as he sat there mindlessly sharpening. There had been two at the South Pole, and three for sure at the prison, but he wasn’t actually sure how many people he’d killed that day. Sokka had lost track of the number of lives he’d taken.

Jet was a piece of shit. A charismatic piece of shit sure, but a piece of shit all the same. He lied to Aang and he used Katara. Sokka could understand what had created Jet, but he refused to relate to him. All the same his traitorous brain couldn’t seem to help but draw parallels between himself and the angry freedom fighter. The fire nation had taken their parents from them. Of course, for Sokka the fire nation had only killed his mother, but their war stole his father from him. They had both killed, and both likely would kill again. Sokka hated the idea of turning into Jet. 

Even after he evacuated the village and even after they were long gone Sokka sat staring out at the sky wondering just how different he was. The men at the South Pole kept coming to mind. He had been planning ways to stop them yes, but it wasn’t until they threatened Katara that he acted. Had he killed them in anger? Fear? He wasn’t sure anymore what he had been feeling. Was he a danger? Of course he was he had a trail of bodies behind him but was he a danger to Aang? Was he a danger to his sister? He was more than happy to leave Jet and his treehouse behind.

Katara didn’t sleep well that night. She kept looking at Sokka like he was going to disappear. Sokka kept a hand on her arm the entire time they flew, including after she fell asleep. Sokka didn’t know what Jet had told her about where he was, but he was sure he shouldn’t ask. She tossed and turned until they landed and all Sokka could do was trace gentle circles on the inside of her wrist and hope she settled.

He really hated Jet.

[pragnificent]

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

[frenzy-and-unrest]

:snek:

[anakin-501]

saw this meme and i noticed smth REALLY interesting

in both pics of anakin, his face is half in the dark, half in the light, showing the conflict within him. this is widely known, especially for the ep. III pic.

but here’s something even more interesting… which probably wasn’t even intentional, but it’s cool nonetheless.

on the left from the scene in clone wars, the right side of anakin’s face is in the light— the side of his face where ahsoka slashes open his mask in rebels.

similarly, the left side of his face is in the light in ep. III when talking to obi-wan, the same side that obi-wan cuts in the obi-wan show.

like. even when anakin was completely consumed by the dark side, ahsoka and obi-wan were able to cut open his mask and reveal a little bit of that light and the person they once knew.

😭😭😭😭 i’m not crying you are

mask cut pics for reference (left is rebels, right is obi-wan show)

[not-your-average-url]

I miss when ads were a single click and then they’re gone. Now every ad has a minimum of three phases where you watch a video, exit the still frame of fake gameplay, and then exit the app download. That doesn’t even touch on the ones that forcibly take you to another app after opening a tab in safari without you ever touching the screen.

I hate advertising. I hate that you can’t do anything without companies jumping down your throat with mostly bullshit ads. I hate that billboards exist. I hate that every company unanimously decided to make their ads longer and longer. I hate that ad blockers try to charge you money and there are in app purchases to remove ads. I hate that my attention has become commodified. I hate that there’s nothing I can do about it.

[kurrpip]

I was looking through some articles about clone troopers and came across /this/

So I drew this. Fives is 0.023 seconds away from going on a rant.

[demoncat131]

@blackkatmagic I need you to see this piece of stupidity so I have someone who is also incandescently angry about this too.

[shadowthestoryteller]

[passionofthesith]

Whut da fook????

[greenygreenland]

[kurrpip]

I love the reaction images this post has gotten XD Here is another part of the article:

[jesuswarriordaughter]

@snips-fics @margindoodles2407 Since you are both The Clone Trooper People (by my perception anyway) you too must suffer to see this blasphemy

[snips-fics]

In all seriousness, however, Cheryl-inspired nuance below the cut

Keep reading

[mindless-bibliophile]

Trying not to react too strongly

[artistformerlyknownasbutttrumpet]

i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af

i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience

say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!

[staarbug]

Sokka is the most bisexual motherfucker in all of media