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samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams.This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running.=> AVAILABLE HERE <=: samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams.This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running.=> AVAILABLE HERE <=

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samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams.This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running.=> AVAILABLE HERE <=: samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams.This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running.=> AVAILABLE HERE <=

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samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams.This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running.=> AVAILABLE HERE <=: samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams.This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running.=> AVAILABLE HERE <=

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samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <= : samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <=

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samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams.This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running.=> AVAILABLE HERE <=: samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams.This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running.=> AVAILABLE HERE <=

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samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <= : samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <=

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samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <= : samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <=

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samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <= : samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <=

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samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <= : samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <=

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samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <= : samanthasmiless: The blue, midnight sky represents the sadness we endure when chances of our dreams becoming a reality fall through. The cypress tree represents evergreen and reminds us to stay pure. The golden stars and moon stand for new dreams and a new hope. When the pine trees touch the bright moon and stars, our dreams can be realized and we are no longer afraid when we encounter loneliness and hardships on our journey of chasing dreams. This piece of work reminds us to trust our dreams and not believe the critics of the world. Whenever you’re struggling to keep running after that dream in your heart, don’t compromise or give up. Just look down at this beautiful necklace and remember that the journey to fulfilling marvellous dreams have ups and downs, so keep on running. => AVAILABLE HERE <=

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cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the golden age of piracy ended. The first mermaid to get tattoos :) “we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?” “kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes. “we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.” “i know.” x “daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.” her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her. “daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor. “don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing. x “father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?” “your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.” she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says. x “why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam. “we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.” she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family. “it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.” x her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.” the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass. “why not?” the mermaid asks. “he’ll win,” the first mate says. the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks. x the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her. “don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.” x the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape. “let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.” they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her. she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings. the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone. x she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea. x “you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her. she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise. “i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.” the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. “we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either. “i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time. “guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.” “without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?” “i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?” “of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.” x the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid. “you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock. the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy. “they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.” “and now?” “they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?” the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.” She protects her family. Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817 That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there! HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER : cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the golden age of piracy ended. The first mermaid to get tattoos :) “we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?” “kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes. “we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.” “i know.” x “daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.” her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her. “daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor. “don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing. x “father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?” “your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.” she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says. x “why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam. “we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.” she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family. “it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.” x her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.” the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass. “why not?” the mermaid asks. “he’ll win,” the first mate says. the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks. x the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her. “don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.” x the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape. “let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.” they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her. she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings. the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone. x she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea. x “you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her. she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise. “i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.” the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. “we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either. “i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time. “guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.” “without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?” “i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?” “of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.” x the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid. “you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock. the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy. “they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.” “and now?” “they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?” the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.” She protects her family. Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817 That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there! HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

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omgcheckplease: ★ Notes on Year 4, Comic 26 - Check, Please ★In the summer of 2013, I was fully mourning my completed time as an undergraduate at Yale. One of the college’s traditional songs—which they strategically have students sing during their first weeks as Yalies and then again at the moment we’re conferred our degrees—goes like this:Bright College years, with pleasure rife,The shortest, gladdest years of life;How swiftly are ye gliding by!Oh, why doth time so quickly fly?Et cetera. The first time you sing it, you mumble the words and don’t know a single person around you. The last time you sing it, wearing the mortarboard and gown, you’ve got the lyrics memorized and you’re surrounded by some of the most important people in your life.That summer, with “How bright will seem, through mem’ry’s haze/ Those happy, golden, bygone days!” still ringing in my ears, I started CHECK, PLEASE. The comic’s first panels emerged on an ancient laptop, through a borrowed bamboo tablet, and on a free drawing program called gnu-IMPShop. I had no plan. I wanted to explore my newfound fascination with hockey and share silly cartoons on Tumblr. But unconsciously, I also wanted to pour the nostalgia of those bright college years into the Haus, Faber, Samwell, and Bitty’s story. I wanted to bottle up those moments where we grow and change and fall down and pick ourselves back up. Drawing CHECK, PLEASE was how I revisited those experiences and how I sifted through the bittersweet feeling of concluding something I loved. Perhaps this is why finishing CHECK, PLEASE calls back those same emotions. Just as Bitty would bake affection into a pie, I might have encoded into CHECK, PLEASE the heartfelt fondness I had for my time in college, the love of the friends I made there, and the gratitude I have for my own growth.I have always found it easier to express gratitude face to face. And even though I would not have gotten to meet all of you, the greatest downside of being unable to participate in a book tour is that I can’t say thanks in person. I could write a thousand words, yet they couldn’t replace a high five at a bookstore signing or a handshake at a convention. I could write the blog post to end all blog posts, but it’s not the same as yelling with you about an episode or chatting about a fandom we both happen be in. For me, it’s those moments that somehow equate to my abundant appreciation for you, the reader.I look forward to the day when I can let my actions speak louder than my words!In the meantime: thank you. I am incredibly blessed to get to create a story and then share it. This is all I want to do in life. These characters get to have a readership overflowing with love and enthusiasm for them. This comic, somehow, has found ambassadors. This story gets to be told. Thank you! I’m excited to share with you the unusual, fun, and hopeful narratives I’m working hard to develop.So with that, I’ll sign off on the last blog post! Thank you for reading this comic. Thank you for sharing it with friends. Thank you for caring about Bitty’s story and CHECK, PLEASE.Thank you!John J. Johnson.Just kidding, it’s Ngozi. :^) Tee hee. Bye now!: omgcheckplease: ★ Notes on Year 4, Comic 26 - Check, Please ★In the summer of 2013, I was fully mourning my completed time as an undergraduate at Yale. One of the college’s traditional songs—which they strategically have students sing during their first weeks as Yalies and then again at the moment we’re conferred our degrees—goes like this:Bright College years, with pleasure rife,The shortest, gladdest years of life;How swiftly are ye gliding by!Oh, why doth time so quickly fly?Et cetera. The first time you sing it, you mumble the words and don’t know a single person around you. The last time you sing it, wearing the mortarboard and gown, you’ve got the lyrics memorized and you’re surrounded by some of the most important people in your life.That summer, with “How bright will seem, through mem’ry’s haze/ Those happy, golden, bygone days!” still ringing in my ears, I started CHECK, PLEASE. The comic’s first panels emerged on an ancient laptop, through a borrowed bamboo tablet, and on a free drawing program called gnu-IMPShop. I had no plan. I wanted to explore my newfound fascination with hockey and share silly cartoons on Tumblr. But unconsciously, I also wanted to pour the nostalgia of those bright college years into the Haus, Faber, Samwell, and Bitty’s story. I wanted to bottle up those moments where we grow and change and fall down and pick ourselves back up. Drawing CHECK, PLEASE was how I revisited those experiences and how I sifted through the bittersweet feeling of concluding something I loved. Perhaps this is why finishing CHECK, PLEASE calls back those same emotions. Just as Bitty would bake affection into a pie, I might have encoded into CHECK, PLEASE the heartfelt fondness I had for my time in college, the love of the friends I made there, and the gratitude I have for my own growth.I have always found it easier to express gratitude face to face. And even though I would not have gotten to meet all of you, the greatest downside of being unable to participate in a book tour is that I can’t say thanks in person. I could write a thousand words, yet they couldn’t replace a high five at a bookstore signing or a handshake at a convention. I could write the blog post to end all blog posts, but it’s not the same as yelling with you about an episode or chatting about a fandom we both happen be in. For me, it’s those moments that somehow equate to my abundant appreciation for you, the reader.I look forward to the day when I can let my actions speak louder than my words!In the meantime: thank you. I am incredibly blessed to get to create a story and then share it. This is all I want to do in life. These characters get to have a readership overflowing with love and enthusiasm for them. This comic, somehow, has found ambassadors. This story gets to be told. Thank you! I’m excited to share with you the unusual, fun, and hopeful narratives I’m working hard to develop.So with that, I’ll sign off on the last blog post! Thank you for reading this comic. Thank you for sharing it with friends. Thank you for caring about Bitty’s story and CHECK, PLEASE.Thank you!John J. Johnson.Just kidding, it’s Ngozi. :^) Tee hee. Bye now!

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awesomesthesia: Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro) About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music. Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w : awesomesthesia: Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro) About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music. Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w

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bogleech: cazort: marvelousgameofdisneythrones: pangur-and-grim: my favourite part of the Evolutionary Biology courses I took at the University of Toronto was learning that several bird species have 3+ sexes? the ruff bird is a great example - each male variant has a different (and successful!) reproductive strategy, and a different chromosomal sequence. unlike the ruff bird, human sex falls into a bimodal distribution - this means there are two strong peaks (”typical” male and female morphs), with a whole lot in between. evolution is nice way of saying “statistics played out longterm among living organisms”, and evolutionarily successful traits….aren’t something to hold up as natural or moral, or representative of an advanced state. it’s literally just fuck tactics that make your group size increase. (though fucking isn’t always the best route, as asexual reproduction is massively advantageous as a short-term strategy, and certain species dominate the landscape by switching between sexual/asexual depending on environmental conditions) besides all that, the strength of humankind has always been our ability to work together communally, and that’s straight science. so even if you went down the extremely problematic path of valuing fellow humans based on their potential evolutionary contribution (coughs, eugenics, coughs), there would still be zero scientific basis behind discriminating against trans, non-binary and intersex people.  tl;dr here’s a challenge to all the bigots out there: please stop using “science” as a defence when the actual science is (overwhelmingly) against you. Science: pissing off bigots of all kinds since its inception. I find White-throated sparrows fascinating. They have two color morphs, the bright one: And the drab one: The two morphs have very different behavior. The bright ones are more aggressive, setting up territories and defending them, being more aggressive about defending against predators. They sing more often. The dull ones are quieter and less aggressive. They are more attentive to the nest, and better at feeding nestlings. The morphs tend to make a good pairing for raising children because they specialize in different roles. The dull-colored birds, being more camouflaged, are safer when sitting on the nest, and are better able to hide. The bright-colored birds, being more visible, are better able to intimidate predators and rivals. Interestingly though, both color morphs occur in both female and male birds. And birds tend to pair up with both opposite sex and opposite color morph birds. The dimorphism and different roles that, in most birds, are strongly associated with biological sex, in this species has evolved to be abstracted and separated from biological sex. Some people have described this system as the birds having “four sexes”. It’s been proposed that some life may have only first split into multiple sexes in order to confuse or slow down parasites so maybe some folks get offended cause deep down they just think roundworms will get them : bogleech: cazort: marvelousgameofdisneythrones: pangur-and-grim: my favourite part of the Evolutionary Biology courses I took at the University of Toronto was learning that several bird species have 3+ sexes? the ruff bird is a great example - each male variant has a different (and successful!) reproductive strategy, and a different chromosomal sequence. unlike the ruff bird, human sex falls into a bimodal distribution - this means there are two strong peaks (”typical” male and female morphs), with a whole lot in between. evolution is nice way of saying “statistics played out longterm among living organisms”, and evolutionarily successful traits….aren’t something to hold up as natural or moral, or representative of an advanced state. it’s literally just fuck tactics that make your group size increase. (though fucking isn’t always the best route, as asexual reproduction is massively advantageous as a short-term strategy, and certain species dominate the landscape by switching between sexual/asexual depending on environmental conditions) besides all that, the strength of humankind has always been our ability to work together communally, and that’s straight science. so even if you went down the extremely problematic path of valuing fellow humans based on their potential evolutionary contribution (coughs, eugenics, coughs), there would still be zero scientific basis behind discriminating against trans, non-binary and intersex people.  tl;dr here’s a challenge to all the bigots out there: please stop using “science” as a defence when the actual science is (overwhelmingly) against you. Science: pissing off bigots of all kinds since its inception. I find White-throated sparrows fascinating. They have two color morphs, the bright one: And the drab one: The two morphs have very different behavior. The bright ones are more aggressive, setting up territories and defending them, being more aggressive about defending against predators. They sing more often. The dull ones are quieter and less aggressive. They are more attentive to the nest, and better at feeding nestlings. The morphs tend to make a good pairing for raising children because they specialize in different roles. The dull-colored birds, being more camouflaged, are safer when sitting on the nest, and are better able to hide. The bright-colored birds, being more visible, are better able to intimidate predators and rivals. Interestingly though, both color morphs occur in both female and male birds. And birds tend to pair up with both opposite sex and opposite color morph birds. The dimorphism and different roles that, in most birds, are strongly associated with biological sex, in this species has evolved to be abstracted and separated from biological sex. Some people have described this system as the birds having “four sexes”. It’s been proposed that some life may have only first split into multiple sexes in order to confuse or slow down parasites so maybe some folks get offended cause deep down they just think roundworms will get them
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thejoanglebook: thatsthat24:NEW ORIGINAL SONG: “Recipe for Me” 🌸 I am so incredibly proud of all the people who came together to make this song and video a reality. It’s turned out to be one of favorites and I hope it will be one of yours too. Enjoy!! https://youtu.be/qHOiIuJ_7Cs LYRICS:There are shouters, and murmurersLoan sharks and burglarsWho’s good or bad? Who’s to say?Some are lost, some are searchersSome are givers, some are earnersBut why did they all end up that way?Is it nature at play, or is it nurture?Is the teacher to blame, or is the learner?I’m all at seaI’m no authority on anything but meI couldn’t tell you why I am who I’ve becomeBut I can tell you the parts that make me up, and you can calculate the sumI’ll impart to you what I believe would be the recipe for meWaterFirst things first, you’d need a great deal of water to make me60 liters is roughly what you’d needIt accounts for 65 percent of my beingAnd cellsMy body’s composed of trillions and trillions of cellsPerforming an assortment of missions, and It’s important to mention that they house my DNAWhich makes me myselfThere’s an ebb and a flowI grow, then I see changesThere are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangementsIt’s all much more uncertain than I thought it would beWho knew there’d be so many ways to be me?StoriesAudience or presenter, add scores of stories over timeA slew of silly videos I shared onlineAnd journals full of narratives I wrote at age nineAnd still, I continue to write because I have more dreams to fulfillTales I hoped to tell when I was youngerIdeas that I haven’t made yet, but I willI’ll find my way with my willThere’s an ebb and a flowI grow, then I make changesThere are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangementsI’m so much more uncertain than I thought I would beWho knew there’d be so many ways to be me?EggsYou may laugh, and that’s greatYour smiles are what make my dayMy self-worth’s fragile like an eggWhen it breaks it’s tough to put together againAnd saltA pinch of salt in my wounds when my friends have had enough of meIt doesn’t help that I’m lacking subtlety when I drop hints that I crave their companyAlone…It’s hard to console myself when I feel so aloneI feel like I disappear, if I don’t shout “I’m here”If I don’t make my presence knownAnd if people see me hereAnd find my face unclearCan I help them to see me better?I know I can’t foresee the weatherSo will they accept me now or ever?Who knows?I hope so…But I’m good enoughWhatever I face, I can rest assured that better days awaitThe path to happiness isn’t a raceI’ll let my heart beat at its own paceSunshineHappy and bright, it nurtures the earth with it’s lightIts beaming smile helps buds to flowerI’ll take a dash of that for when friends feel sourAnd rainbowsA light shines through and every hue is on displaySave a pinch of that for a rainy dayAnd use it when the storm clouds go awayThere’s an ebb and a flowI grow, so I make changesThere are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangementsI’m so much more uncertain than I thought I would beBut I can see there’s no wrong way to be meNow I see there’s no wrong way to be meAnd I know putting this recipe to paper is unwiseAll of the ingredients are changing all the timeI know putting this recipe to paper is unwiseAll of the ingredients are changing all the timeChanging all the timeThey’re changing all the timeChanging all the timeI’m changing all the time: RECIPE FOR ME thejoanglebook: thatsthat24:NEW ORIGINAL SONG: “Recipe for Me” 🌸 I am so incredibly proud of all the people who came together to make this song and video a reality. It’s turned out to be one of favorites and I hope it will be one of yours too. Enjoy!! https://youtu.be/qHOiIuJ_7Cs LYRICS:There are shouters, and murmurersLoan sharks and burglarsWho’s good or bad? Who’s to say?Some are lost, some are searchersSome are givers, some are earnersBut why did they all end up that way?Is it nature at play, or is it nurture?Is the teacher to blame, or is the learner?I’m all at seaI’m no authority on anything but meI couldn’t tell you why I am who I’ve becomeBut I can tell you the parts that make me up, and you can calculate the sumI’ll impart to you what I believe would be the recipe for meWaterFirst things first, you’d need a great deal of water to make me60 liters is roughly what you’d needIt accounts for 65 percent of my beingAnd cellsMy body’s composed of trillions and trillions of cellsPerforming an assortment of missions, and It’s important to mention that they house my DNAWhich makes me myselfThere’s an ebb and a flowI grow, then I see changesThere are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangementsIt’s all much more uncertain than I thought it would beWho knew there’d be so many ways to be me?StoriesAudience or presenter, add scores of stories over timeA slew of silly videos I shared onlineAnd journals full of narratives I wrote at age nineAnd still, I continue to write because I have more dreams to fulfillTales I hoped to tell when I was youngerIdeas that I haven’t made yet, but I willI’ll find my way with my willThere’s an ebb and a flowI grow, then I make changesThere are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangementsI’m so much more uncertain than I thought I would beWho knew there’d be so many ways to be me?EggsYou may laugh, and that’s greatYour smiles are what make my dayMy self-worth’s fragile like an eggWhen it breaks it’s tough to put together againAnd saltA pinch of salt in my wounds when my friends have had enough of meIt doesn’t help that I’m lacking subtlety when I drop hints that I crave their companyAlone…It’s hard to console myself when I feel so aloneI feel like I disappear, if I don’t shout “I’m here”If I don’t make my presence knownAnd if people see me hereAnd find my face unclearCan I help them to see me better?I know I can’t foresee the weatherSo will they accept me now or ever?Who knows?I hope so…But I’m good enoughWhatever I face, I can rest assured that better days awaitThe path to happiness isn’t a raceI’ll let my heart beat at its own paceSunshineHappy and bright, it nurtures the earth with it’s lightIts beaming smile helps buds to flowerI’ll take a dash of that for when friends feel sourAnd rainbowsA light shines through and every hue is on displaySave a pinch of that for a rainy dayAnd use it when the storm clouds go awayThere’s an ebb and a flowI grow, so I make changesThere are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangementsI’m so much more uncertain than I thought I would beBut I can see there’s no wrong way to be meNow I see there’s no wrong way to be meAnd I know putting this recipe to paper is unwiseAll of the ingredients are changing all the timeI know putting this recipe to paper is unwiseAll of the ingredients are changing all the timeChanging all the timeThey’re changing all the timeChanging all the timeI’m changing all the time

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