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Zuko finding out about the gaang's shenanigans and vice versa part 2

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Zuko: Sokka I still can't believe master Piandao trained you. Did you get to make your own sword as well?

Sokka: yes I did! At first I was scared it wouldn't work, but I'm glad he allowed me to use the meteorite for it!

Zuko: ... i'm sorry did you say meteorite?

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Toph: it was such a coincidence running into your uncle in ba sing se.

Zuko: yea, it was very weird for him being back, y'know, since he kinda laid a 100 day seige on the city a few years prior

Toph, who hadn't connected the two dots until now: ... THE DRAGON OF THE WEST??

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Aang: Katara... you sound like Jet

Zuko, who definitely knows a guy named Jet:

Katara: this is different. Jet attacked the innocent.

Zuko, now suspecting they were talking about the same Jet:

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Zuko: how did toph even end up becoming a pro wrestler?

Aang: she did it to escape from her oppressive parents

Zuko: oh, that sucks

Aang: yeah, those beifongs sure were strict with her

Zuko, who probably has knowledge of the aristocracy in the other nations: THE BEIFONGS???

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Sansa + being that bitch.

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every time i listen to “you’re a mean one mr. grinch” i can’t help but sit there and think “what did the grinch do to hurt you?” because dude just stands there for 2 minutes and 58 seconds and drags the grinch into the dirt

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Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig 

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Just a little teaser of what’s to come @onyx-and-elm 🖤🦋💙

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The Past is The Past, Matt Bors

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Hate diet culture so much bitches will b like “don’t eat processed carbs they’re so bad for you” like and??? So what?? God did not give us grain and stone to grind it with for no reason. Bread is inevitable. Bread is food for the heart and the soul. U think I’m gonna give that up in pursuit of instagram fitness?? U think I’m gonna deny myself the simple pleasure of toast with jam so I can endlessly chase an ever-shifting standard of beauty that ultimately means nothing? In 20 years I will no longer be beautiful and in 60 my body will be vacant food for other, smaller creatures. But the taste of fresh bread? Of homemade donuts and still-warm pie? I will carry the taste on my tongue into whatever follows this life. So like. Stop telling me I should diet lmao. I’m not abt to martyr myself just to get a man to look at me.

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Midnight shift. A fear submitted by La’Rae to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!

You can find my two DDF books in your local library, online, and wherever books are sold! More info HERE!

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legends

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i really love being someone who studies history on tumblr because the way some people talk about history on here is fucking WILD and hearing history discussed with tumblr terminology will never not be hilarious to me. there’s absolutely no nuance on this site and i love it. one time i got a message asking me if julius caesar ever did anything problematic and i think about it every single day of my life

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man this edible aint shit

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For the last several days, I’ve been preoccupied with the idea of Luna and Harry as each other’s platonic plus one.

Just, I’m imagining a world in which Ginny would rather eat a bug than put on heels and spend five hours at a Ministry function without punching government officials, and Rolf is always putting hasty finishing touches on her part of their shared talk when Luna is invited to soirees at the Royal Academy. 

But on the other hand, Luna can say absolutely anything at the Ministry and shamelessly fills her handbag with canapes, and Harry finds he kind of enjoys getting dressed up and spending an evening with people who respect his personal space and have no idea who he is.

One time Witch Weekly decided they must be having an affair. Luna happily granted them an interview, but gave them absolutely zero interesting gossip unless you’re fascinated by the mating habits of wrackspurts.

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They got her back in the middle of the turn up

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Thanks Yue

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Please make a post about the story of the RMS Carpathia, because it's something that's almost beyond belief and more people should know about it.

Carpathia received Titanic’s distress signal at 12:20am, April 15th, 1912. She was 58 miles away, a distance that absolutely could not be covered in less than four hours.

(Californian’s exact position at the time is…controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanic’s distress rockets. It’s uncertain to this day why her crew did not respond, or how many might not have been lost if she had been there. This is not the place for what-ifs. This is about what was done.)

Carpathia’s Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanic’s aid and confirmed the signal before he was fully dressed. The man had never in his life responded to an emergency call. His goal tonight was to make sure nobody who heard that fact would ever believe it.

All of Carpathia’s lifeboats were swung out ready for deployment. Oil was set up to be poured off the side of the ship in case the sea turned choppy; oil would coat and calm the water near Carpathia if that happened, making it safer for lifeboats to draw up alongside her. He ordered lights to be rigged along the side of the ship so survivors could see it better, and had nets and ladders rigged along her sides ready to be dropped when they arrived, in order to let as many survivors as possible climb aboard at once.

I don’t know if his making provisions for there still being survivors in the water was optimism or not. I think he knew they were never going to get there in time for that. I think he did it anyway because, god, you have to hope.

Carpathia had three dining rooms, which were immediately converted into triage and first aid stations. Each had a doctor assigned to it. Hot soup, coffee, and tea were prepared in bulk in each dining room, and blankets and warm clothes were collected to be ready to hand out. By this time, many of the passengers were awake–prepping a ship for disaster relief isn’t quiet–and all of them stepped up to help, many donating their own clothes and blankets.

And then he did something I tend to refer to as diverting all power from life support.

Here’s the thing about steamships: They run on steam. Shocking, I know; but that steam powers everything on the ship, and right now, Carpathia needed power. So Rostron turned off hot water and central heating, which bled valuable steam power, to everywhere but the dining rooms–which, of course, were being used to make hot drinks and receive survivors. He woke up all the engineers, all the stokers and firemen, diverted all that steam back into the engines, and asked his ship to go as fast as she possibly could. And when she’d done that, he asked her to go faster.

I need you to understand that you simply can’t push a ship very far past its top speed. Pushing that much sheer tonnage through the water becomes harder with each extra knot past the speed it was designed for. Pushing a ship past its rated speed is not only reckless–it’s difficult to maneuver–but it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They can’t do it. It can’t be done.

Carpathia’s absolute do-or-die, the-engines-can’t-take-this-forever top speed was fourteen knots. Dodging icebergs, in the dark and the cold, surrounded by mist, she sustained a speed of almost seventeen and a half.

No one would have asked this of them. It wasn’t expected. They were almost sixty miles away, with icebergs in their path. They had a responsibility to respond; they did not have a responsibility to do the impossible and do it well. No one would have faulted them for taking more time to confirm the severity of the issue. No one would have blamed them for a slow and cautious approach. No one but themselves.

They damn near broke the laws of physics, galloping north headlong into the dark in the desperate hope that if they could shave an hour, half an hour, five minutes off their arrival time, maybe for one more person those five minutes would make the difference. I say: three people had died by the time they were lifted from the lifeboats. For all we know, in another hour it might have been more. I say they made all the difference in the world.

This ship and her crew received a message from a location they could not hope to reach in under four hours. Just barely over three hours later, they arrived at Titanic’s last known coordinates. Half an hour after that, at 4am, they would finally find the first of the lifeboats. it would take until 8:30 in the morning for the last survivor to be brought onboard. Passengers from Carpathia universally gave up their berths, staterooms, and clothing to the survivors, assisting the crew at every turn and sitting with the sobbing rescuees to offer whatever comfort they could.

In total, 705 people of Titanic’s original 2208 were brought onto Carpathia alive. No other ship would find survivors.

At 12:20am April 15th, 1912, there was a miracle on the North Atlantic. And it happened because a group of humans, some of them strangers, many of them only passengers on a small and unimpressive steam liner, looked at each other and decided: I cannot live with myself if I do anything less.

I think the least we can do is remember them for it.

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If only pre historic fish did not grow feet and crawled to the land