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Imo, atla has a bittersweet ending

Aang is sitting alone and wearing the air nomads clothes, his culture clothes, a necklace similar to GYATSO's necklace. I can't even imagine the emptiness and sadness he was feeling here

There are no airbenders in the crowd

All nation gathered..... except the air nomads.

No one else in the crowd wearing orange or yellow.

Aang won the war, but his people are still gone.

Yes, he has the Gaang, he has Katara, he has Momo and Appa. But he's still the last airbender.

This is so heartbreaking.

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Imo, atla has a bittersweet ending

Aang is sitting alone and wearing the air nomads clothes, his culture clothes, a necklace similar to GYATSO's necklace. I can't even imagine the emptiness and sadness he was feeling here

There are no airbenders in the crowd

All nation gathered..... except the air nomads.

No one else in the crowd wearing orange or yellow.

Aang won the war, but his people are still gone.

Yes, he has the Gaang, he has Katara, he has Momo and Appa. But he's still the last airbender.

This is so heartbreaking.

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this this this

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random fire nation diplomat #492 will never understand the complex and fucked up relationship between the water siblings like I do 🙄

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tag you're it :)

(option of course)

@aeriesm @beebeebeebuzz @2-late-2-the-party @rosemaidenvixen

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

#ive been feeling nostaligic and that song takes me straight back to the 2000s #:') #picrew #tag game #prince caspian era ben barnes u will always be famous ❤

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cause im mad we didn't get a non googles tech scene

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Does anyone remember that kind of fucked up moment in one of the rebels comics where they're about to be executed?? Cause I think about it sometimes.

Bonus post incident doodles:

Original Panel under the cut

(excuse the quality i don't know how to take screenshots ever):

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EXCUSE ME BARMAID! I’M AFRAID YOU ORDERED THE WRONG OFFSPRING! I ORDERED AN EXTRA LARGE BOY WITH BEEFY ARMS! EXTRA GUTS AND GLORY ON THE SIDE! THIS HERE! THIS IS A TALKING FISHBONE!

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Some father-son relationship in an AU where Strickler adopts Jim when he was a baby and raises him along with Barbara💙💚

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I got hit hard by the trollshunter brainrot in history class. And, with no access to my pc tablet I had to return to every artist canon event: da school notebooks.

I had a blast drawing one of my favorite concepts: ARRGGH excitement over Jim's half-troll form! I mean, ARGGH already adored Jim as a human, but now that Jim's technically a troll, he can finally introduce him to the joys of sock-eating, radioactive waste snacks, and some good old roughhousing.

I don’t know, I wanted to give them more moments of found family. I felt like I was robed of that

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julia florence, "treat me like the sea," 2021, glazed stoneware

Inscription reads: Treat me like the sea, accept my rough and smooth, in her fierceness respect her strength, and in her calm you’ll see it too. Need she solitude, give her peace, and in all her wildness as waves to shore, I will return to you once more.

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I stare at the screen for hours, trying to make the words come out, but they won't. I can't compel myself to take a break, because there's this voice screaming at me from the base of my brain...

"You've been told you're a great writer, and you want to be a published author. But all you have to show for it after forty-four years are a dozen crash-and-burn writing projects. When you have the time to write, you don't, for a host of reasons. If you don't have something written by the time you die--which comes closer with every passing day--you've wasted your gifts, you've wasted all the effort people put into educating you, and you've wasted your life. So sit down and WRITE, you worthless piece of shit!"

How do you get past the paralysis caused by the obligation to produce? Is there a way to trick your brain and your body into writing? Or do you just slog on through, no matter how long you have to sit there to get a thousand words a day out?

Perhaps you could try to be kinder to yourself.

I always give myself permission to write or to do nothing at all (staring out of the window or at a wall is okay). After a while spent staring at a wall it's often easier to write.

Remember if you write a page a day -- 300 words -- at the end of a year you'll have a 100,000 word novel.

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#uh oh she's writing video essays again #i kind of actually really like this

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Ophelia by Friedrich Heyser

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wind and gray sea

salt creek campground, olympic peninsula, wa

canon ae-1 / portra 400

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Master doc that contains different resources and support for many countries including Palestine, Congo, Haiti, Hawai’i, etc ((op is underneath the link))