the city solution to earth's problems

I love QuickWest and ship it with all of my heart, but Jesse has a city to protect too. Unless Harry somehow gets speed (*chants Johnny Quick, Johnny Quick under my breath*), who’s going to defend Earth-2 Central City against metas if Jesse moves to Earth-1? And how many speedsters do you really need in a city? 

So, clearly, the solution is for them to save Iris, and then Wally and Jesse live in Earth-2 Central City and get their own spinoff show. Problem solved.


Three years later…

Three years prior Kuvira sees this as not just her but Zaofu’s mission to help the struggling Earth Kingdom by sharing its advanced technology and obviously abundant resources. She sees it as Suyin’s prerogative too, directly addressing her when she says “you can share that with everyone!” Three years later, however, her inflection has shifted from “this is our opportunity to change things” to “They {Zaofu} have been hoarding their riches and technology too long”. It’s nowhere more clear that Kuvira doesn’t consider herself a citizen of or in any way affiliated with Zaofu anymore. She has distanced herself from the city that she once considered to be the solution to the Earth Kingdom’s problems and now considers to be, as the last holdout, the problem itself. Kuvira began with the idea that she could use Zaofu’s progress to the benefit of the Earth Kingdom and ended up having to integrate it by force. If that isn’t wicked character development in only a couple minutes of screen time, I don’t know what is.

Fisheye galaxy

The plane of our galactic home is only rarely visible to most people on our planet now that we live a majority urban lifestyle. As we lose our connection with the night, the last remaining connection to the reality of nature is slipping away from the majority of humanity stuck in the teeming megalopoli of the world. Even from small and spread out Montevideo I rarely glimpse it, let alone the companion galaxies of the Magellanic Clouds, though things are much better than when I dwelt in London, many years ago.

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Korrasami, An Avatar’s Work

More fluff! The end is nigh, people. The end is nigh.



Korra trudged up the long drivewayto the Sato mansion. Naga was behind her, nose brushing the ground as she dragged her paws. There was not a single muscle in Korra’s body that was not bruised. All day she had been helping restoration efforts throughout the city, whether that meant using her bending to clear away debris; negotiating peaceable living conditions; or using her bare hands to search through the rubble for family keepsakes. Naga had busied herself with much the same work. Her saddle had been repurposed for pulling heavy loads, helping to clear paths so machines might follow. She had even rescued a kitten from a collapsed sewage pipe.

At the steps leading to the mansion, Korra was met by one of the many staff members. Despite being resident at the mansion for many months, Korra did not know his name. He was Naga’s carer, of sorts. Asami had divided the garage to give Naga a stable area and the man in front of her was responsible for maintaining it.

“You did good today,” Korra said, lifting Naga’s weary head. Her white far was now thickly stained with muck. “Proud of you, girl.” Naga grumbled and pressed into Korra’s belly. “You can have the day off tomorrow, I promise. I’ll get Meelo and Ikki to take you to the beach and you can go fishing, how’s that?”

Naga nuzzled into Korra. Where usually it was enough to unbalance her, this time it was barely strong enough to shift Korra’s weight. She gave Naga a kiss and sent her away with the stableman.

The steps to the mansion seemed like a mountain. Only the thought of seeing Asami gave Korra the strength to climb them. By the time she reached the top, her legs were burning. The door opened ahead of her and the butler was there to greet her.

Her only concern was Asami and she was reportedly still in her office. Where Korra had committed herself to the grunt work of rebuilding, Asami was heading the planning and logistics. She spent her days finding solutions to problems Korra could barely wrap her head around. Because of Asami, there were homeless shelters throughout the city where people could go for hot food and a place to sleep in safety. She had established help from the Earth Kingdom through the railway Kuvira built, and organised the docks to decrease the turnaround time of navy vessels bringing aid.

It was exhausting work but day by day, they were seeing Republic City get back to its feet.

At the door to Asami’s office, Korra did her best to brush herself off. Her hands were filthy. Her clothes were stained with sweat and dirt. She debated changing and showering first but she was so tired, all she wanted was to see Asami. Particularly after not seeing her that morning; a problem with the water supply being tainted had woken her before the dawn could. She had kissed Korra through a fog of half-sleep and promised to see her again later on. A promise neither had been able to keep to.

Korra opened the door to the office. She was met by Chief Beifong. She pressed a finger to her lips and shushed her quietly. Over her shoulder, Korra could see Asami. She was asleep at her desk.

“Wore herself out,” Lin said. “’Came over to pick up the plans for using prison cars for mobile kitchens. Found her out cold.” Lin looked her up and down. “You okay, kid?”

Korra smiled wryly. “About as okay as you, Chief.” Lin had dark smudges under her eyes. Her skin was wan and tight over jutting cheek bones. She had lost weight since the fight with Kuvira. Yet her grip was sure as ever as she reached out to squeeze Korra’s shoulder.

“We’re winning, Korra. We’ll take back this city.”

“Thanks, Lin. For looking out for Asami, too.”

Lin grunted and shifted her feet. Korra found the plans Lin had come for. She handed them over and Lin offered muffled thanks under her breath. She left before Korra could say anything else. She smiled after her for long minutes. They had come a long way since their first meeting and yet, Korra knew some things would never change.

“And now for you,” Korra said quietly, turning back to Asami.

Korra put one hand under Asami’s knees and the other around her shoulders. Asami mumbled a few words in protest but followed Korra’s urging. She slid solidly against Korra’s chest and after a deep breath, Korra stood. Her muscles strained and screamed their displeasure. Asami was not heavy but Korra wobbled under her weight regardless. For a few heart-stopping seconds she thought she was going to buckle. She sagged against the desk and adjusted Asami’s weight. Sweat broke out over her brow.

Summoning her last reserves of strength, Korra tried again. The bed she shared with Asami was on the other side of the mansion but it was at least on the same floor. She pushed open doors with her feet, elbows and backside; whatever worked.

Asami fisted her shirt. Through nonsensical murmuring, Korra heard her name.

“Right here,” she said, struggling with another door. “I’m right here.”

“’Missed you,” Asami said. She burrowed into Korra’s neck. Her mouth brushed Korra’s pulse, making it leap into her ears.

Korra stumbled. Heat prickled outward from Asami’s kiss. “That’s really not fair,” she said, chuckling. “You shouldn’t be able to do that while you’re sleeping.”

Asami’s unguarded affection made Korra forget her fatigue but she was still trembling by the time she reached their room.

“One last door,” Korra said through gritted teeth. She gave the handle a swift kick and it opened, the double-doors swinging inward. Blessedly cool air wafted out. The moon provided light enough to see by.

With the utmost care, Korra laid Asami down on their bed. She had to pry Asami’s fingers loose of her shirt. When she tried to move away, Asami reached for her.


She brushed the hair from Asami’s forehead. “Just taking your boots off,” she said quietly. Asami tried to help with the process but she was still so sleepy, she could barely hold her leg up. Korra toed out of her own boots afterwards.

“I should shower,” she said. She plucked at her grimy shirt.

Asami reached for her again and weakly pulled her to bed. “Morning,” she mumbled. “Sleep now.”

“But really, I–” Asami pulled and Korra tumbled into bed. She fell over Asami, bracing her elbows either side of her head. “Guess I’m staying here,” she said, smiling.

“Guess you are, Avatar.” Asami rose to kiss her. Soft and slow. “I missed you.”

Korra buried her fingers in Asami’s cotton shirt and settled against her chest. Warmth blossomed inside her; limbs gone heavy with relief and comfort. She yawned and listened to the steady, metronomic thud of Asami’s heart.

“I missed you too,” she mumbled into her skin.

If Asami spoke again, Korra did not know. She was asleep in the next breath.



Egypt wants to spend $45 billion on a “New Cairo. This is a horrible idea.

Cairo is one of the most crowded cities on Earth, and its infrastructure shows it. Cairo’s near-constant traffic jams cost the city $8 billion a year. The city’s Metro system is crumbling under more than 1 billion annual trips. With population of Cairo projected to continue growing by 2% each year to a staggering 40 million by 2050, government planners have honed in on a $45 billion solution: Just build a new city to the east.

Maybe Egypt should focus on its human rights record or fixing the infrastructure problems they already have?