#tasman sea

[letmeseaoc]

❤️🤙🏻🌸🌊

#beach life #surfing #blue #coral sea #pacific ocean #surf #big waves #long board #tasman sea #tjeanal surfing24 7 #tjeanal

[tjsurfing24-7]

❤️🤙🏻🌸🌊

#tjeanal surfing24 7 #surfing #big waves #blue #pacific ocean #coral sea #tasman sea #surf #long board #beach life

[dream-world-universe]

Kapiti Island , Waikanae River estuary, Tasman Sea, New Zealand: Waikanae River is located on the Kāpiti Coast in the North Island of New Zealand. Kapiti Island, sometimes written as Kāpiti Island, is an island nature reserve located 5.6 km off the west coast of the lower North Island of New Zealand and within the Kāpiti Coast District. Wikipedia

#Kapiti Island #Waikanae River estuary #Tasman Sea #New Zealand

[inatungulates]

Common dolphin Delphinus delphis

Observed by leo_in_merimbula

#Delphinus delphis #common dolphin #Cetacea #Delphinidae #cetacean #dolphin #Oceania #Australia #New South Wales #Pacific Ocean #Tasman Sea

[leon-production]

Photographer Jordan Robins has captured the amazing hues of the Tasman Sea - all thanks to clusters of seaweed that glow in the dark.🌊

#Photographer #Jordan #Jordan Robins #Robins #Tasman Sea #Sea #Tasman #Photographer Jordan Robins #glow in the dark #amazing

[santandreas]

WWE-150-October 31st

For Jez’s WWE 31st October https://jezbraithwaite.blog/2022/10/31/leafy-puddle-water-water-everywhere-150/ Icons of Sydney. Coat-hanger and Cockroach. Pink and the Ocean was serene. Greyscale sunrise over the Tasman Sea. North Headland early morning. Across to Port Botany Centennial Parkland Lake

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#archives #centennial Parkland #maroubra beach #Royal Botanical Gardens Sydney #Tasman Sea #WWE

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Jack and Zee are so fun.

You are the loudest bastard I've ever met. A grumpier creature has never walked the earth. I've never had a migraine you didn't cause. You're such a control freak. You eat everything in sight like a fucking plague of locusts. You won't get your gross feet off my counters because you feel the need to perch on everything. Stop making random noises I'm trying to read. I learned one lesson before you came into the world and it's that I don't want to live in it without you ever again. Yeah, mate, I love you too.

#jack and zee || pieces of me across the tasman sea

[callaeidae3]

Kyle at Village Park, the night of the 12-Tau Village Park homicide case

This is still one of my favourite arts I've drawn ~

(this is the cover art I drew for the new cover of my original story, The Case of Kindall, K. I'm not sure if I've shared it before without the cover text)

#kyle kindall #the case of kindall k #kindall k series #kk1 #my art #i had wanted to draw the southern cross constellation in the sky #since Arkala is in the Tasman sea in the southern hemisphere #but the viewpoint is facing north east #and the southern cross is in the south #also that tree on Kyle's left is a New Zealand endemic tree dacrydium cupressinum rimu!

[gumnut-logic]

Along the Way (Part 7 and The End)

Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

It's finished! ::runs around the room like a loon:: Though I have to say that I doubt this will be the last we see of Mr Sweetapple as there are several threads that need a good neat tie up :D

All the wonderful thanks to @onereyofstarlight for staying up extra late and answering my poke across the Tasman Sea for a last minute read. I hope Alex gives you some nice sleep ::hugs tight::

Also, special thanks to all of you for supporting my geeky fanboy Alex :D There will be more as someone sent me some OC asks about Alex and I've realised that the only way I can answer them is by writing fic. (some other OCs of mine might pop up in fic at some point,too, for that exact same reason) ::so many hugs to all of you for being so kind to me::

But anyway, I will stop my excited rambling and present you with the last chapter of this fic....which has taken so long to write - so many apologies. Though I am excited that I'm writing again :D

I hope you enjoy this :D

-o-o-o-

Alexander Sweetapple’s head was spinning.

Not so much from the concussion he had no doubt he had, thank you, Mr Holographic Scott Tracy, but more from the fact that Virgil had just kissed him.

Not Mr Virgil Tracy, Head of Research and Development at Tracy Industries, no….more ‘ohmigod, I finally found you and you’re alive, I want to hug and kiss your brains out’ Virgil Tracy.

The man was covered in concrete dust and grime, there was more grey than blue on his uniform bar the scratched patches where his now discarded exosuit had sat.

Alex had proof Virgil had hugged him via all the dusty patches on his damp clothes, on his arms, and in his hair.

Virgil Tracy had hugged and kissed him.

For real.

Alex stood beside his mum while Virgil assessed the condition of her ankle and she went about embarrassing her son every way possible.

To be honest, it had been such a day that she was welcome to show Virgil Alex’s naked baby pictures for all he cared. She was safe and that was all important.

A glance over at the remains of the museum building prompted his heart to add a few extra beats per minute to its routine.

Alex let his jaw drop as he watched the roof float away.

Oh god.

“Alex?”

Virgil’s voice was so rich and deep.

“Alex?” And then Virgil grabbed him. Was he trying to hug him again. That would be nice. “Whoa! I think you need to sit down.”

Okay.

He folded himself smoothly down onto the pavement beside his mum.

“Hey, honey, look at me.” Her fingers were suddenly in his hair. “Allie, how the hell did you do all that with a head injury?” She peered closely at him. “Virgil, what do your scanners say?”

And yes, Virgil was waving a yellow light over Alex. “Concussion, bruising…” He frowned. “You’re both wet. You’ve been in the river?”

“Nearly drowned. My foot got stuck and Allie pulled me out. Some water, possibly sewage, may have been inhaled. My recommendation is to watch for symptoms of infection. In both of us.” Dr Sweetapple was in the house.

He turned to Virgil only to find his friend’s eyebrows fully deployed.

They were very nice eyebrows.

Virgil caught his stare. “Thunderbird One, I need to leave the danger zone. Ten minutes there and back for patient transport.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Two. Make it quick, we need your help in the industrial sector.” A pause. “How’s Alex?”

“Concussion, but well enough…and safe.” Virgil still had his eyes.

“Good to hear. Thunderbird One out.”

“What are you doing, Virgil?” The words slipped out without thought.

Virgil looked down at his wrist control poking it. “You both need medical supervision. I’m providing it for you.”

A good hundred metres away, Thunderbird Two rose up on her struts and her module door slid smoothly open. Two hoverstretchers darted out across the road, gliding around obstacles until they reached Virgil’s side. He pulled out a control surface and reconfigured them into hoverchairs. “Sorry to rush this, but time is short. Alex, stay put while I help your mother.” He held up a gloved hand and Alex was forced to settle back and obey.

Besides, the world was spinning again, and after all, Virgil was technically his boss.

He let his head fall into his hand and closed his eyes, suddenly ever so tired.

So this was what an adrenalin drop felt like.

Ugh.

“Alex?” Virgil’s voice was soft and his gloved hand gentle on his arm. That was really nice. “Alex? You with me?”

He blinked. Oh. “Yeah.”

“Let’s get you up.” Virgil nudged him, both hands holding his arms to steady him.

The world wobbled, but a few steps and Virgil had him snug and safe, strapped into the hover stretcher…chair…whatever the hell it was.

Virgil was running, Alex and his mother beside him, until they were all swallowed by the green of Thunderbird Two.

At some point, Virgil must has triggered the chair back into a bed because Alex was lying down and Virgil hovering over him, once again with a scanner flickering yellow light. “You can go to sleep, Alex. You’re okay and you’re safe.” A gloved hand gently brushed away the hair from Alex’s forehead. He knew this should mean something, but he was so tired.

Thunderbird green danced as his eyelids drifted closed.

Somewhere something was roaring just like a Thunderbird launching, but he had no energy to care.

-o-o-o-

Jeff stepped into the elevator only to almost collide with his mother. “Mom?”

“I’m meeting Thunderbird Two.”

“Why?” Was Virgil hurt? Why hadn’t John told him?

A hand on his arm quelled the sudden panic. “Virgil is fine. We have visitors.”

“Who?” Did he have to draw the information out bit by bit?

“Do you remember Alexander Sweetapple?”

“Of course, I do. Gordon thinks Virgil might be…interested.”

“He is.” She held up a finger so close to Jeff’s face, his eyes crossed. “And you are not going to say a thing. Yes, he’s breaking protocol, but he has good reason.” She looked away and let her finger drop. “The poor boy has been terrified all day. Thank god, they finally found Alex. And I don’t blame him for not wanting to let him out of his sight.” His mother stared up at Jeff with all the fire he knew she possessed. “Your son is bringing home his first romantic interest ever and you are not going to spout security blather all over him. This is our house and we can have guests. Especially important guests.”

Jeff took a step back. “I wasn’t going to say anything!” Virgil was bringing home Alex? As a love interest? “What the hell happened?” He really needed to speak to John about keeping him updated. He knew his orbiting son was selective, but this was ridiculous.

The elevator doors opened and his mother glared at him. “Something good. Don’t ruin it.” She stomped off into Two’s hangar, detouring into the medical supply cupboard on the way, just as the hangar doors started their opening sequence.

Jeff stepped cautiously out of the elevator. He had no idea what warranted his mother’s ire. Okay, maybe he had had some words with his eldest at one point, but that was nearly a decade ago.

His priorities were a little different these days.

Two roared in, a little faster than the norm. Virgil was obviously in a hurry. She spun on her turntable and the moment she settled, her forward hatch was lowered, Virgil standing between two hoverchairs.

Jeff hurried after his mother, cursing his cane, as Virgil strode with the two chairs towards them.

“Grandma, this is Doctor Lolly Sweetapple. Doctor Sweetapple, this is my grandmother, Doctor Sally Tracy, she and my father will be taking over your care.”

The two doctors exchanged greetings and slipped into medical babble two seconds later.

“Dad?” Virgil gestured him over. “You remember Alex?” Why was there so much hesitation in his son’s voice?

“Certainly, the creator of Siliwrap.” The man was obviously asleep. “How is he?”

“Concussion, bruising, he and his mother need monitoring for possible lung infection. They were caught in contaminated water.” His son swallowed; his expression hesitant. “I wanted them here, Dad. Grandma has the skills and the tools.” He looked away. “I just couldn’t leave them to the system.” His eyes fell on Alex and Jeff’s heart clenched.

“We will look after them.” He dropped a consoling hand to his son’s shoulder.

Vulnerable eyes looked up at him. “Thanks, Dad.” His hand was squeezed and Virgil was again moving. This time running back to his ‘bird.

His mother immediately took over and bustled them all into the elevator before they could acquire new coiffures a’la rocket engine.

As the doors closed, Thunderbird Two accelerated out on to her runway and the elevator shaft roared as she took to the sky.

-o-o-o-

Alex rolled over in bed and sighed into his pillow. He was extremely comfortable. Temperature was perfect. Pillow was soft. “Mmmmm….”

“About time you woke up, Allie. You were starting to worry me.” His mother’s voice was always reassuring.

“He’s fine, Lolly. Concussion is healing and there is no sign of any lung infection. See, look at the scans.”

Alex frowned. That was a female voice he didn’t recognise. Also, why was his mum in his bedroom?

“You’re giving me equipment envy, Sally. My god, the science behind this is amazing.”

“Virgil has them in development, don’t you worry. A good percentage of our breakthroughs do get filtered down into the market. Unfortunately, there is a difference between the ability to make a device for International Rescue and making devices in efficient, ecological and economic mass production. Our teams do their best.” A snort. “And your boy is part of that team. His devotion to Siliwrap is all to his credit. Alex is saving lives as much, if not more, as any at Tracy industries. You should be proud.”

“Oh, that’s a given. He’s always been a little obsessive, especially regarding the Thunderbirds.”

Wha-?

Alex flung his eyes open to find his mother lying on a bed beside him, smiling. She had her ankle wrapped and raised and was obviously talking to the owner of the other voice, an older lady dressed in a purple jumpsuit.

Both were smiling at him.

“Where am I?”

Yes, that’s the first question out of any alien abductee’s mouth, no doubt about it.

“You’re on Tracy Island, Alex. You and your mother are safe and our guests.” When Alex didn’t respond as his brain automatically overloaded. “I’m Mrs Tracy, Virgil’s grandmother.”

“Watch it, Sally, he may combust on the spot.”

Thanks, mum.

His mother was grinning at him. “I swear he’s been looking for the location of this island since he discovered his first Thunderbird.”

“Mum!”

“Shhh! You’ll wake him up.” His mum was pointing behind him.

“Lolly, don’t worry, Virgil sleeps like the dead. Especially after a rescue like that.”

Virgil? What?

He twisted around and found a third bed behind him. Virgil lay sprawled face down on it, snoring softly into his pillow.

“Don’t worry, honey. He’s just tired. Our boys exhaust themselves and then wonder why their bodies shut down.”

It was only then all the events leading up to his current situation fully loaded into his brain.

Virgil.

Virgil had kissed him. His chocolate eyes held such relief and joy…

The scene played back in his head over and over, declaring that it had happened. That something Alex may have dreamed about but never really considered actually possible, had happened.

He stared at Virgil.

Gone was the uniform and in its place a simple black t-shirt outlining a lax bicep hanging off the edge of the bed. Alex’s eyes tracked down the length of Virgil’s arm to his hand.

Such strong hands.

The emergency responder had a blanket draped over him, obviously placed there after the advent of slumber, likely by his purple grandmother.

“Why is he here?”

Mrs Tracy walked around Alex’s bed so she could face him. “Now, don’t you start worrying your head off, young man. He is fine. He’s in the bed because otherwise he’d be asleep in a chair and that is not acceptable self-care. He wanted to stay here with you and it was the bed or out. Exhaustion did the rest.”

He stared at her a moment, his thoughts spinning.

“How are you feeling, Allie?”

Huh? He turned back to his mother. “Mum, your ankle…”

She waved him off. “Hon, I’ve done worse tripping over kids in the waiting room. Nothing to worry about.” She frowned at him. “How’s your head?”

How was his head? How was he in general?

There were aches, yes, now that attention had been drawn to them, but generally, considering that he’d just been through a major disaster, he felt okay. “I’m okay.”

His eyes drifted back to Virgil.

“Don’t you think of getting out of bed just so you can sit at his bedside, Alex. I know how you boys think, so don’t think you can pull one over on me.” Virgil’s grandmother was proving to be as bad as Alex’s mother.

“Don’t worry, Sally, he’s been very well trained from birth.”

“How did you manage that? I’ve been trying for nearly thirty years with the grandkids. Their father is just as bad.”

Alex’s eyes widened. Their father? Jeff Tracy. The Jeff Tracy who gave his name to Tracy Island. That Tracy Island that was ever so secret and Alex was currently resting his butt on. Well, the bed his was resting his butt on was on the Island. It was simple transference of molecular ownership.

Perhaps this was not the best moment to realise that he was wearing a black t-shirt very similar to Virgil’s and that it was not one he owned, nor was it one he was wearing the last time he was aware and conscious.

He pulled up the blanket and found black shorts. “Where are my clothes?” Perhaps the step up in octave was a little ridiculous on his part, but it had been a very stressful day.

“Your clothes were ruined, Allie. Jeff and Mrs Tracy were kind enough to supply and dress you in some replacements.” His mother was ever so matter-of-fact, as usual.

“Jeff Tracy saw me naked?!”

Okay, he had to admit, that was supposed to be inner voice and not shouted at the top of his lungs. In any case, it proved that it was possible to wake up Virgil Tracy, no matter what his grandmother said.

“Alex? What?”

He turned to find Virgil pushing himself up off the bed, hair sticking in all directions, obviously still half asleep.

“Honey, the man brought up five boys. One more is nothing new.” Mrs Tracy was as matter-of-fact as his mother.

Great. A team up.

“Virgil, go back to sleep.” Mrs Tracy bustled over to her grandson and attempted to get him to lie down.

But Virgil had caught sight of Alex. “Alex! You’re awake!”

Mrs Tracy actually rolled her eyes as Virgil threw off his covers and climbed out of bed. He closed the distance between them on bare feet. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

Alex couldn’t help it. “You look adorable.” Because he did. Big tough rescue operative with puffy eyes and hair sticking up all over the place, not to mention the black t-shirt and shorts that hid absolutely zero anatomical detail. And above all, he was smiling, as if ever so happy to see Alex…which was some kind of miracle and honestly how hard had he hit is head?

“You’re not bad yourself.” That smile turned to one of appreciation.

What?

His mother did mention a concussion…

“Okay, it’s obvious Virgil is not going to listen to his doctor’s advice, so Lolly and I will leave you two boys alone.” Mrs Tracy poked at his mum’s bed and it detached from the wall, hovering quite happily and easily nudged out of the room.

“Allie, take it easy, love. You are recovering from a concussion, after all.”

Yeah, yeah, mum, whatever. Virgil’s eyes were such a beautiful shade of brown.

Both women muttered to each other as they left the room, closing the door behind them.

Virgil was poking Alex’s bed controls with his fingers. “Good. You’ve rested.” His eyes were tracking over medical readouts. Alex’s medical readouts.

“I’m okay, Virgil.”

The man looked up at him again. “Good.”

Alex frowned as Virgil lifted a hand up and gently brushed Alex’s hair clear of his left temple and the abrasion there. “Grandma’s treated you well.”

Alex wanted to fall into that gentle touch. His eyes may have at least partially closed.

“Are we okay?”

Alex’s eyes snapped open.

“I mean…” Those eyes looked down and away. No, come back! “…we haven’t talked about-“

Alex was suddenly kissing Virgil. There had been space between them, but now it was gone, Alex had his arms around those truly magnificent biceps, and startled lips were pressed up against his, ever so warm, and god, Virgil was kissing him back…

There was a brain whiteout for a moment as Virgil’s arms returned Alex’s eager embrace…and then Virgil’s tongue was in his mouth and…

“Whoa! My bad.”

Alex pulled back.

“No! No, you two just keep doin’ what you were doin’ and I’ll just put this coffee down and-“

“Gordon, what do you want?” Virgil hadn’t let go of Alex, but his head did turn towards his brother.

Alex was busy dying on the spot. Why did he do that? Kiss Virgil? Him?

“I brought you coffee! You know, life blood and all that.” Coffee? “Uh, you might want to get back to that tonsil hockey you were playing. Alex looks like he’s might dump you for the coffee.”

“Go away, Gordon.”

“Going away, leaving, like a tree. Happy for both of you. ‘Bout time, Virg.”

“Gordon!”

“I’m gone!” And he was, the door sliding shut behind him.

Virgil turned back to Alex. “Sorry about that.” A slight shrug. “I have brothers.”

Alex blinked. “I have sisters.”

Virgil’s smile was a sight to behold. “So, we’re okay?”

Alex had had a very hard day, his head was a bit of a mess and there were several truths he was ignoring to keep his sanity. But right now?

He tugged Virgil closer. “More than okay.”

“You want some coffee?”

But Virgil’s lips were brushing his and… “No, I’m good.”

The coffee went cold.

-o-o-o-

FIN

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #alexander sweetapple #jeff tracy #gordon tracy #grandma tracy #sally tracy #nuttyfic #it's finished! #romance #virgil tracy/alexander sweetapple

[letmeseaoc]

#beach life #surfing #big waves #blue #pacific ocean #coral sea #tasman sea #girl under water #surf #long board #tjeanal surfing24 7

[mutant-distraction]

Dragan Keca

Whatipu

Tasman Sea coast, Auckland, New Zealand

[atomicpomegranate]

New Zealand references in Nona the Ninth

Soooo I am now completely obsessed with the Locked Tomb series!!

As a resident of New Zealand, I was absolutely delighted to see all the kiwi references in there. I am guessing that most people would not have gotten a lot of the them, so I attempted to explain as many as I can below, including with visual guides and links. These references also help us pin down some details about John and the gang.

Hella spoilers for Nona the Ninth below!

John 20:8

These refer to Otago University in Dunedin and Auckland University in Auckland. I went to Otago. Maybe I crossed paths with John himself!! I am a millennial as well, after all.

The iconic Otago Uni clocktower building situated next to the Leith river. If John graduated from Otago, he would have a photo of himself in his gown with the clocktower in the background. Everybody does it.

Location of the facility (same as the facility as Canaan house or no??):

Greytown is an unremarkable tiny town in the Wairarapa. It’s located in the bottom of the North Island and is about an hour’s drive from my house.

A freezing works refers to a place where animals are frozen in preparation for getting shipped off to various places and eaten. A typical NZ freezing works looks like this one that I found on google maps:

That’s a lot to cover with cattle parts!

John 5:20

MoD is the Ministry of Defence. NZ doesn’t really have a military to speak of, but somehow people still have careers in it.

Phrases in Te Reo Maori (a language of the indigenous people of New Zealand).

kia kaha = be strong

kia maia = be brave

They are things you would say to someone who is going through a tough time.

John 15:23

Possibly implies that John is of Maori descent. He might look something like Taika Waititi with golden eyes, given the history teacher description. Maori TV is a local on-demand TV channel.

Macca’s = MacDonald’s

ute = pick-up truck or large SUV, short for “utility vehicle”

morepork = an owl found in New Zealand, also known as the ruru

Possums are an invasive species from Australia and are almost universally hated in New Zealand because they have no natural predators here and destroy native forests. They make all kinds of unholy noises.

John 8:1

wop-wops = middle of nowhere countryside

Parachute was an annual Christian music festival that ran from 1992 to 2014. The drinking age in New Zealand is 18, so that puts some limits on John’s age. The earliest he was born is 1976 (assuming 17 years old in 1992). The latest he was born was the late 1990s. If he was 17 in 2014, then he was born in 1997, but he may well have attended when he was younger than that, so it could be up to the year 2000. it’s overwhelmingly likely that he is a millennial, but there is a small chance that he is actually gen Z.

Some of my friends from high school might have met him at Parachute. Who knows!

Hamilton, city of the future! It’s a city a bit south of Auckland. It’s a place.

A great deal of the New Zealand countryside is farmland. Mostly cows and sheep. More cows than sheep these days, I think. You can see the cattle from areal photos in google maps. Here is an example from the Wairarapa, near Greytown:

John 5:1

NCEA Level 2 is the equivalent of 11th grade in the US. This implies that P-- did not finish high school and is a swipe at her low level of education. I should note that a lot of people in NZ do not finish high school, and instead leave school to learn trades or just work. It’s not considered shameful, but someone with a PhD (like John) may very well look down on someone who didn’t finish high school.

John 3:20

Trans-Tasman refers to Australia and New Zealand. The Tasman Sea is between them. Australia supports the cryo can project, yay!

John 9:22

Porirua is a town in the greater Wellington region and it is home to the Royal New Zealand Police College. One of my family members worked there for a time. Maybe he met P--!

I can just about get Porirua (northwest) and Greytown (northeast) visible on the same map:

John 1:20

Mince pies are a kiwi classic. These days, they are more goo than meat, but are a regular delicacy available at petrol stations, 24 hour convenience stores, and the frozen food section of the supermarket.

There is way more meat in the photo than that pie will have in real life. False advertising!!

If you are a kiwi, it is 100% culturally acceptable to trash Australians at every opportunity.

That’s all I’ve got!

But wait, there’s more! I only saw this post after I had compiled everything. It contains a bunch of other references and explanations that I didn’t cover, so please check it out of you haven’t seen it already!

#nona the ninth #the locked tomb #nona the ninth spoilers #john gaius #always blow on the pies #safer communities together

[demoszin]

Tasman Sea

#photography #amateur photography #photograph on tumblr #photographers on tumblr #my photos #photoshoot #photooftheday #ocean #ocean aesthetic #oceancore #sea aesthetic #sea #waves #blue #blue aesthetic #landscape #samsung photography #portrait #photo

[gallusrostromegalus]

Does Brittania Rule the waves in TPOGAF

Absolutely Not.

Far and away the largest amount of ocean controlled by a unified political body is the 3/4ths of the Pacific controlled by Nihofornia's Immediate neighbor, The Republic of Moana*, sometimes called the Kingdom of Oceania, especially in dated public school textbooks. The republic is a constitutional monarchy, which elects a new "monarch" every 10 years or Sooner if the ruling monarch starts falling down on the job. Currently, it is ruled by King Kamehameha the IIVth, who is just starting his second term as Monarch.

*"Moana" means "Ocean". The Disney character's name is "Ocean". :/

The actual size of Moana is up for debate, because while the political borders extend over 8,000 miles from Rapanui (Formerly Easter Island) in the east to Palau in the west, and over 5,000 from the Hawaiian Islands in the north and Definitely as far south as Aoteroa (formerly New Zealand), including the entire South Pacific Triangle centered on Point Nemo, 15 time zones, the equator, and the international date line; some critics (read: whiny babies) try to argue that only the actual landmass counts. Anyone who has tried shipping or moving through Moana will tell you that the ocean ABSOLUTELY counts.

The "Definitely" part refers to the fact that the republic is still growing- After WW3, Moana's borders extended well into what had previously been Melanesia and Micronesia, and into the Coral and Tasman Seas. Currently, there are petitions going around and the beginnings of Legal proceedings for the independent nation of Tasmania to join the Republic, as well as claims on shipping routes that cut through the international waters close to Antartica, which has set the international courts into pearl-clutching mania.

Even more controversial was the not-entirely-joking motion King Kamehamea filed last year that suggested that, as the Republic is extremely large and important in terms of population, land mass (even by the smallest measure), economics and culture, that it was just plain silly that the international date line ran through his country, and that it should be moved to somewhere less populated, like the middle of the Atlantic, or perhaps some small island nation nobody cares about :)

#TPOFATGIF #The Power Of Friendship (And This Gun I Found!) #Yugioh #Yugioh Fanfic #This is actually plot-relevant lore #Nihofornia does not have an extradition treaty with the republic because they were not on the same side during WW3 #and some people are still Big Mad about that

[jaydrawstick]

“Stare Down at Sea” from Godzilla Vs. Kong. I’ve always enjoyed this shot of Big G in the Tasman Sea, so I wanted to redraw it in my style!

#art #comic #comicbookart #digital art #godzilla #kaijufanart #godzilla king of the monsters #godzilla vs kong #king ghidorah #monsterverse #mothra #godzilla kotm #rodan 2019 #dinosaurs #godzilla vs mechagodzilla #fanart #Kong #king kong

[historia-vitae-magistras]

4, 14 or 25 for Jack?

4) What they would do if they had one month to live. 

I can't answer that because the lad is immortal lmao.

14) How they did in school

Poorly. Jack is the definition of 'does not do well in authoritarian institutional settings.' He did very well one on one with his uncles or his father or the many, many intellectuals who visited australia and impressed upon him his absolute adoration of natural history, botany and the natural science at large. He also did pretty well in university after everyone calmed the fuck down post-war, but his actual early education? Oh god, he did not do well. Like the only running theme I can see about children born in Australia in the British schools was pure unadulterated misery.

He got the shit bullied out of him the one or two times Arthur tried sending him to one of the 'public' schools like Eton or Harrow. He was a clumsy child, and before the era when sports became a mainstay of the Anglophone school systems, it was just open season on the poor fuck. He probably would have done better later when rugby or cricket was a part of the public school culture. Still, as it was back then, in a rigid hierarchy with corporal punishment and freezing dormitories, he was absolutely fucking miserable. He got into fights constantly, didn't eat, couldn't adjust and cried himself to sleep for however long he was stuck in there before one of his letters actually got where it needed to be, and he got the fuck out.

Jack has never held a good relationship with institutions, being born in what was an extension of the British prison system and he rages against confinement too this day but his schooling was a large part of that. It also made it a lot harder for him to bond with anyone from the ruling classes and kind of firmly put him in the realm of the privileged sav blanc socialist and labour organizer. Bit ironic for the born-in-the-purple son of the British Empire but it suits him and the history so I'm rolling with it.

25) What other people wish they could change about them

God help me. I love this boy but thats a lot. I think for Zee its a lot of wishing he wasn't so fucking reckless or distractable for one. She's crossed thousands of kilometres to drag his ass out of a deadly situation. She wishes he was a bit less in her space sometimes. He's very physically affectionate, and she's not so much. She doesn't always like being picked up and squeezed randomly because he's emotional. He has gotten better about that but sometimes he still gets good news and suddenly she's in the air against her will. He also tends to get extremely salty about people in better circumstances than him especially if its something he doesn't think they deserve. He has something of a hard time apologizing to anyone who's not her. He's also extremely bad at keeping anything on the down low. Arthur had to prevent him from being prosecuted for various queer activities when he was younger because he tried to quash it down until it exploded. And Zee probably threatened to kill more than one person after he was very unaware of his giving googly eyed looks to every pretty greek in sight.

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